Love Is Born Again

It is Christmastime, and another year is coming to a close. A natural time for reflection and maybe gathering. The season itself can be heavy and hectic, but there is something about the air of Christmas Eve. If there is any time carved out for quiet, it feels like there are streams of fine, golden energy in the air. If I am still enough, it brings out the best in me. I am reminded of how important it is to detach and let it be, to know there is a bigger picture of life and how important it is to put peace first.

Love can come pouring through in overflowing measure, but it can also be hard. Oscar Wilde said, “A sentimentalist is simply one who wants to have the luxury of emotion without paying for it.” Like a birth, love can be painful and messy. I find that I have to be willing to have my heart stretched again and again, like the Grinch, to let compassion reign instead of my judgmental attitude. It is a constant exercise to drop my ego and let the awareness of love replace it. Judging is easy. I can use wisdom to take care of myself and not sign up for others’ hurtful behavior, but I also pray to keep my heart open.

God is love, and this light of love is in everyone. It can look like some are dimly lit, but it is not about them. I practice opening my heart because of who I choose to be. I can’t choose for someone else. There is freedom in that. What a relief that I only have to tend to my own being and let others walk their own path. I can also have compassion for myself rather than being critical and harsh. I have needed love the most when I deserved it the least, and that experience keeps me right-sized. Only the love matters.

In the spirit of Christmas, may unconditional love be born again in the manger of your own heart, and may your heart grow three sizes this day.

Peace to you and yours,

Tricia