"Am I living well?" could easily be replaced by "Am I loving well?",
I recently discovered, while going through a rough, but profound transition.
When all of the illusionary safety and seemingly controllable outcomes, blow up in your face, all you can do is bow for life. Bow for its beautiful teachings. When life strips you naked and leaves you with nothing but the truth, you find home, home to yourself.
What is it though? That "home" we all seem to adore talking about lately? Is it simply love? Is is simply our heart? Is it simply our ability to love, to be love, to let love be?
To let love be.
While I was sitting at a ceremony to celebrate death, our ancestors, I couldn´t help but wonder: While we are all just passing by, coming and going, why wouldn´t we just do what we love most? Why wouldn´t we just live as if we were only here for a limited time? Why wouldn´t we live with that curious and open heart of a child who is newly discovering a world which it is only here to visit briefly? Why wouldn´t we hug as many people as possible? Why wouldn´t we touch the world with our hearts and let the world touch us back?
Close your eyes and ask yourself simply: “Am I loving well?”
Love,
Marieke