How much love can I allow in?
I have been carrying these questions with me this year for myself, for others, for the world.
How much love can I allow in?
How much love can you allow in?
How much love can we allow in?
Where do I block love in my life?
Where is it/ has it been waiting patiently at the edge of my unworthiness to let it in?
Where and how do I block love from people, nature, the divine and even from myself?
How much love have I deemed as too much to even consider?
Where do I think I know what love looks like?
Where can’t I even begin to image love in my life?
What if I really did believe that I wasn’t only loved and lovable but that I was love itself?
What if I really did believe (as a friend has said) that I was God’s favorite and so were you? Would this have me see love in everyone?
Would this have me feel love from everyone?
If it really is true that we see things as we are and not as they are, would seeing love in everyone and everything have me see and feel love even when others can’t see and feel it in themselves?
Quanita