"Love does not consist in one perfect sunrise gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction." ~ Saint-Exupery
On a recent walk, a heartshaped rock caught my eye as they so often do. But there was something different about this particular one. One could make out the shape of heart, yet it was very lumpy and had many rough edges. For a second I was contemplating whether I should throw it back from where I had picked it up or not. I have found many heart shaped rocks throughout the years on my many walks and travels. Rocks, pebbles, shells and even gemstones all much prettier than this specimen. Perfectly shapen and pleasing to the eye. Yet as I was examining it, something prevented me from simply discarting it. Almost as if a faint voice was speaking to me. Maybe it was the rock. I don't know. As I held this imperfect rock in my hand; lumpy and crooked that faint voice imparted: "Love is not perfect. Nor does it strive to be." I put it in my pocket and pondered that thought on my walk. Loving someone isn't always a smooth affair. Sometimes we get rejected or others respond to us with stinging blows below the belt. Love is messy. In Love you don't always see eye to eye. We all come from such diffrent backgrounds. We each have our own history, some better than others. We all carry baggage that weighs us down and dictates how we choose to participate in this world. Although we may fear different things, we have all known fear. Fear that spreads like a poison and paralyzes our bodies and taints our thoughts. True Love consists of accepting and respecting one another despite our diffrences. When there is Love underneath all of the wordly struggles we face each day, then there is nothing that can't be overcome by our trying. Love is not perfect. Why would it be? Why should it be? Life is to Love and to Love is to learn and grow together.
This year has certainly been difficult in terms of relationships. All manner of relationships really; partners, friends, enemies, acquaintances and most importantly the realtionship you have with yourself. We must flow with the changes. We must allow the perfect imperfections to show and embrace them, communicate our needs even if for the very first time. Because to Love also means to be open, to not be afraid to show your loved ones who you are. Don't judge yourself to harshly in the process. We all try to do our best. Sometimes we fall short and may disappoint, most of all ourselves, but be forgiving and know that you can always choose differently next time.
I contemplated my own choices on my walk and know all too well they have not always been the wisest and healthiest concerning my own relationships. But just as this lumpy, crooked rock that I was holding, I know that there is Love to be found in even the most unexpected places. So my wish for you this holiday season as you gather around your family, friends and possibly those you do not care for much at all, is that you may be open to find Love in many unexpected ways.