I received a message rather early this morning. A young man, with not ‘much cause to live’ was in dire need of a compassionate ear. We talked for at least an hour over ‘coffee’; I doing my best to place all back into perspective.

“She didn’t even say goodbye,” his tears marking the space where confusion soon settled in. They’d been married for over 20 years; he, a faithful husband and she, the dutiful wife. Though bound by matrimony, he’d felt there was always ‘something much deeper’ – spirit partners, soul mates and friends for life.

He couldn’t understand the sudden change in her temperament. Neither, could he understand a betrayal of this magnitude. He felt alone, judged – and, in his own words ‘worthless’; a man lost in the wake of dissolution. “Ever has it been,” Kahlil Gibran once wrote, “that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

The energy of desperation can be immediately overwhelming. Just as the storm waters rage through, we fight the instinct

I’ve never understood why we so easily forfeit our own for another’s view?

The energy of feeling alone can be immediately overwhelming. Just as the storm waters surging through, we fight the inclination to cling…to grip. Meanwhile, all of life slips into swirled patterns upon the river’s tumultuous path.

Oh, my goodness – how quickly we forfeit our own for another person’s view. We want so desperately to belong, to be accepted – not judged. Though, love should never be proffered on the basis of condition; nor, should it be levied on reciprocity’s expectation.

Love just is.

And, likewise – you are not the entirety of another’s vision, my loves; rather, you are ‘entirety’ on its own.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste <3