Ripleigh Go Bragh

Ripleigh Go Bragh
Connemara stallion Ripleigh Go Bragh

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Space

Caring is beautiful. 

What more needs to be said about this particular aspect of loving another?

The joy of loving another is that one starts to care deeply about that being.  Caring inspires us to “do right by” them, to protect them, to guide them and to make everything good for them.  To receive this attention is wonderful.  You feel safe, as if you belong, and most of all you feel important.  There is something magical about being loved, and having your loved returned, that can make all of your cells tingle in the most life affirming way.   When we are loved, we feel like we can do anything.

And then suddenly, the honeymoon is over.

Well, if only it were suddenly.

We’ve all been there- the little things that let us know we are special, the small touches and quick but penetrating full eye contacts, that special tone of voice meant just for you- all of those symbols of caring disappear one by one.  If you are very unlucky, you start to see these special symbols of love being given to someone else.  This kills.  Okay, true confessions: this makes me want to take a knife and slice my arms and legs to ease the pain of it.  Or maybe bang my head against the wall until the pain outside overwhelms the hurt in my heart.  It hurts so badly that it can make you wonder if your heart will ever work again.

You are broken forever.  Or so you think…

But deep inside, beneath all that pain and even deeper than the love you felt for that special other person, there is a space.  It is dark as the original void from which the Universe was born.  It is as quiet and the moment between heartbeats and breathing. It is a space so strong and vibrant that nothing… NOTHING… can destroy it.

Eve Ensler in her brilliant lecture for TED.com (see attached) would call this place- the Girl Cell.  Others might call it The Source, God or Love itself.

I call it “Me”. 

What do you call it?

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