You Are Loved.

It's a miracle.

Big storm here on the Islands today so we’re home bound.

Before I dive into my download of the week, I’d like to introduce a new regular feature here: the Activator of the Week. Here’s the first one.

OK. The subject today is Love.

I tuned in to some of the live confirmation hearings, for RFK Jr., Tulsi Gabbard, and Kash Patel. The level of abusive attacks was discouraging. At one point, I stepped back from the fray, turned off the sound, and just watched the bickering. Here were men and women disconnected from the unifying spirit of Love.

And I thought…

What’s more earth shakingly, heart openingly, ecstatically beyond-words-wonderful than being loved? Imagine, someone loves me! Someone loves you. We’re not paying them, programming them, coercing them. They choose to love us… even though they know our short comings.

What a miracle.

Those sad souls in suits need to remember this. They obviously aren’t feeling loved right now and that’s why they are hating on each other. Well, then, maybe they can at least remember a time when they were loved.

All of us came into this world the same way. Our parents got together and created us… and not in a laboratory! No government grants were involved. No board of directors or shareholders influenced what happened between mom and dad that produced us. Somehow, inexplicably, we were created … by Love.

What a miracle!

Then I heard the news of a plane crash in DC. Just like that, over 60 lives were ended. It happened in an instant. Totally out of the blue. And now families are in shock, grieving an almost unbearable loss. Well, this could happen to any of us at any time. No guarantees, right? Those poor souls just got on a plane, maybe drank some ginger ale, watched a movie, napped… Boom.

So, wouldn’t we want to enjoy as many moments experiencing love as we can before whatever happens to end our lives happens, even if we live another 50 years?

Here’s the supreme reality: You are loved. Right now. So am I. And it is a miracle.

I’m feeling down today, so I probably shouldn’t be writing, but I am. I understand, this is part of life, feeling the sorrow of the world, the suffering of others, my own pain and confusion.

I also know that we are the same, you and I. We’re human and that’s what we get on this ride. So, we suck it up and carry on. The sun rises tomorrow, a new day dawns, and maybe we will feel better. The families of those lost in that crash won’t. Their journey of grieving is just beginning. But, for many of us, it could be easier to feel the love tomorrow, if we’re not feeling much of it today. We might even remember that we experience what we express.

I heard that years ago during my spiritual school days:

We experience what we express.

I repeated that phrase probably a hundred times in workshops I conducted all over the world during my on-the-circuit days. It resonated with people instantly because we all know it’s true, instinctively. We get what we give. So, not feeling especially loved today? Be more loving! I used the metaphor of a faucet. Turn it on and the faucet experiences water flowing through it. So, let’s turn on the love, not wait for it to show up.

I know, this isn’t always easy. It’s not easy for me today. But I also know that it is always true and so I’m doing it, through this awkward love letter to you.

Sometimes I included a story in my presentations, one that I made up during a New York seminar eons ago: Imagine you’re given a terminal diagnosis. The doc says you’ve got one year to live, max. You hear that humor is healthy so you begin watching funny movies, tuning in to stand up comics. You get happy, really happy, even though you’re still suffering from your symptoms. And then, one year to the day of your diagnosis, you die. Being happy didn’t extend your life by a single day.

Here’s the punchline: “Wouldn’t you be angry that you wasted your last year being happy when you could have been miserable?” Duh…

Happiness is a choice, not a reward.

I’m choosing to be happy right now, even though my body feels heavy, my soul is weary, and my mind is foggy. My heart is still beating. And I’m remembering that I’m loved. In fact, the more love I express, the more I feel it, even while the melancholy persists. Odd, it seems we are capable of being happy and sad in the same moment!

I’m sharing my heart today because I know I’m not alone. We all feel the blues. It might be watching Senate hearings, it might be the sudden death of a family member or friend in a plane crash, it might be looking in the mirror and judging what we see.

I wouldn’t trade a moment of this. Perpetual happiness without the dark side of life? What a sad joke. That would be like listening to a piano with no lower octaves. We need the full orchestra of feelings to live a full life. So, welcome sadness, welcome grief, welcome disappointment, welcome this hollowing out of our being to make room for even more love. We can be happy in the midst of it all. Happy and grateful for this gift of life, as long as it lasts.

“Love never faileth,” there’s a phrase from the Bible that I remember in this moment and know to be true. “This too shall pass…” fits just as well. So, for any of you reading who may be in this zone where I am today, or can remember this feeling of grief/confusion/shock/anger/weariness/ etc., let’s all remember this one thing: we are loved!

And for those families grieving for their lost ones today and tomorrow and forever because that kind of loss never fully goes away, may our blessings reach them, not through empty words about prayer but because we dare to feel into their grief and know it as our own, and know them as our soul sisters and brothers so we hold them close and love them in our shared aching hearts.

This is the miracle of love, that we are here for each other!

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