I am blessed to have parents who have been married almost 51 years. As a married woman, I understand that love’s oxygen is a carefully woven blend of commitment, presence, and compassion.
Living our love is different than simply loving. I can love another and still mistreat with unkind, impatient words. In the important moments of our life, those that wake & shake us, living our love seems easier. In these moments, we so easily take a stand for one another; with big love, big hands, and big hearts.
However, most of our life happens in the small moments that feel undifferentiated from the last. It is easy in the routine of our day to allow the seepage of irritation and ribbing.
As we navigate dinner, moonlighting as uber drivers for our children, we may fall asleep to the impact we have. Does it mean we love less? No. It does, however, mean we are living our love less.
So here’s my experiment. For one week, I will practice staying awake to the miracle in the mundane & to living my love. It is a small way to build a big habit & to retrain my mind to elevate above the fray so that meaningful connection, radical compassion, and unconditional acceptance illuminate every moment; even the one navigating school drop-off. Will you join me?