This love.
It crushes me.
And lifts me up.
It keeps me going and stops me in my tracks.
It pushes me forward and holds me back.
This love.
It’s vast and endless and relentless and beautiful and sad.
It shows me my deepest fears and darkness and lights up all my brightness.
This love.
It exposes who I am.
Open. Vulernable. Raw.
Its instinct overpowers the intellect of it every time.
This love.
It asks everything of me and
Then still shoves a mirror in my face – at the darkest hour, at my ugliest point.
And I must face her, myself – the child, the maiden, the Mother –
and keep trying, keep working, keep soothing.
This love.
It says, “Keep going” when I think I can’t.
It whispers,“You’re doing it” when I don’t know what to do.
It offers more fullness and joy than I thought a body could hold.
This love.
It’s everything.
Every day.
Every moment.
If I let it be.
Written December 28, 2020
