The past 2 weeks have been super intense for me. I think I kicked off the intensity by taking a Flower Essences blend I made for myself with – not 1, but 2 – flowers for femininity and passion as it flows through the sacral chakra. The revelation gifted to me by that blend is this: I’M REALLY FUCKING PASSIONATE. I knew I was passionate, to a degree, but didn’t realize I was THAT passionate! Surveying my behavior with acute awareness of my femininity and passion, I recognize that I express myself in big, animated ways, feel deeply, dance frequently, and, if my passion is not channeled through healthy habits, react vehemently. Passion is somewhat of a double edged sword – it moves and shakes and can get things done, but, like a fire, it can burn out of control, causing destruction in its path when not attended to.
I’m in a romantic relationship that’s only 4 months old. Despite all the inner work I’ve done, I still find myself somewhat jaded by a past of so called “failed” relationships that have lent themselves to the formulation and maintenance of deficient paradigms. Sometimes, my head tells me that I’m a dejected, rejected, 2nd rate woman – “the fuckable one”, not the long-term relationship one. Sometimes, these false paradigms cause me to flail around in desperation inside romantic connections. Whether I’m flailing inwardly or outwardly, it always leaves me lacking because I’m seeking on the outside of myself for fulfillment, and that’s a clear recipe for emptiness.
I recently started praying for “discernment” with relation to my current romantic connection – I put that in quotations because if you were sitting across from me while I told this story, I would be using air quotes for that word. The reason for the air quotes is because while I was consciously praying for “discernment”, what I was really wanting, in the recesses of my unconscious mind, was a “yes” or “no” answer from the God of my understanding. Because, you know, spirituality is black and white and God operates within duality. I’m being facetious – just in case that wasn’t obvious.
After one particular morning of “praying for discernment”, I got up off the meditation cushion and started my day with flair. On the way to work it hit me – “I feel shoved into a box by him! Whenever I’m around him, he always wants me to reel it in! I’m too passionate for him and he’s too conservative! Ra-ra-ra! Roar! That’s it!”, I thought, “that’s the answer I’ve been looking for. It’s no! It’s clearly no!” I barged to work with resolve. I’ll fix him for not having a container that I deem big enough for my passion! Who does he think he is being himself and trying to meet me where I’m at to the best of his ability with gentle presence?!
Um, yeah, so that’s not how my thought process ended, but with some gained perspective, I can definitely express it as such.
That afternoon, as I shared my fiery thought processes with my sponsor, I felt embarrassed just hearing them come out of my mouth. Undeniably, I heard the judgment and intolerance. It’s ME that’s reeling myself in, keeping my passion under a bushel for fear of further rejection. And then, angry at myself for not being authentic, I lash out, blaming him. Ugh. Later, my sponsor sent me this beautiful poem by Shel Silverstein that, when I read it, brought immediate tears of recognition:
That night, I had a lovely conversation with said lovely man. The next day at work, I meandered over to the retail section of our common space and picked up the book A Return to Love, by Marianne Williamson. Would you believe I opened it to these precise words?
“Pure love of another person is the restoration of our heartline. The ego, therefore, is marshaled against it. It will do everything it can to block the experience of love in any form. When two people come together in God, the walls that appear to separate us disappear. The beloved doesn’t seem to be a mere mortal. They seem for a while to be something else, something more. The truth is, they are something more. No one is anything less than the perfect Son [“child” is a more inclusive word for me] of God, and when we fall in love, we have an instant when we see the total truth about someone. They are perfect. That’s not just our imagination.
But the craziness sets in quickly. As soon as the light appears, the ego begins its powerful drive to shut it out. All of a sudden, the perfection we glanced on the spiritual planes becomes projected onto the physical. Instead of realizing that spiritual perfection and physical, material imperfection exist simultaneously, we start looking for material, physical perfection.
…And so no one gets to be a human being anymore. We idealize one another, and when someone doesn’t live up to the ideal, we’re disappointed.”
These words were a spiritual gut punch. The only kind of gut punch I like. I haven’t been able to stop reading Williamson’s section on “Romantic Love” in this book ever since! Here are some other segments that stand out to me:
“Rejecting another human being simply because they are human, has become a collective neurosis. People ask, “When will my soul mate get here?”
…Our soul mates are human beings, just like we are, going through the normal processes of growth. No one is ever “finished”. The top of one mountain is always the bottom of another…
…The idea that there is a perfect person who just hasn’t arrived yet is a major block…
…Thinking that there is some special person out there who is going to save us is a barrier to pure love. It is a large gun in the ego’s arsenal. It is a way the ego tries to keep us away from love, although it doesn’t want us to see that. We seek desperately for love, but it is that same desperation that leads us to destroy it once it gets here. Thinking that one special person is going to save us tempts us to load an awful lot of emotional pressure on whoever comes along that we think might fit the bill…
…Looking for Mr. Right leads to desperation because there is no Mr. Right. There is no Mr. Right because there is no Mr. Wrong. There is whoever is in front of us, and the perfect lessons to be learned from that person…
…We sometimes fail to work on ourselves in the relationships that are right in front of us, thinking that “real life” begins when they get here. This is just a ploy of the ego once again, making sure that we’ll seek but not find.”
Seriously – Marrianne Williamson: are you walking around in my head and now you’ve written a book that is the anodyne to all my insanity in the arena of love and intimacy?
These passages speak right to the core of my mental commotion upon the landscape of love. Especially that last part about “…thinking that “real life” begins when they get here.” I’ve done this in such a protracted way ever since my first heartbreak when I was 23. This thought process dooms whoever I’m dating to a fixed audition for the position of “the Right One” in my life. This also keeps me in constant withdrawal – withdrawing my love, my presence, my full attention, my vulnerability, my closeness. Withdrawing it from everyone and anyone I’m dating until they become worthy of the position, which, they never do because this is an obvious projection of my own insecurities – I’ll never be “the Right One”, so nor can you – or you – or you… and it ceaselessly rolls out as such. Or at least it has…
After reading and re-reading Williamson’s inspired words, I decided to show up to the relationship instead of putting a kibosh on it. I channelled my passion into verbal sharing with others and physical movement. I decided that pigeonholing him into the position of “the Wrong One” is unfair. That withholding love – from anyone – is unfair. Such withholding is conditional love. I decided that maybe, he’s JUST the human I’m intended to be in relationship with right now, or I wouldn’t be in relationship with him. I decided that clearly, our connection is bringing the right lessons at the right time and is actually quite “right” – for both of us. That maybe, the pressure of searching for the “Right One” causes inevitable emotional crumbling and sabotage. I deserve to be loved, and so does he. We all do. I’m an equal contributor to the loving atmosphere of any relationship. And maybe – but more than likely quite certainly – redirecting my newly acknowledged passion into loving my own damn Self is the ultimate remedy to my attempts to overthrow romantic love in my life.
holes – always beating the paths of most resistance. After recognizing this pattern, a visual appeared before my mind’s eye: the middle path. The middle ground. The ground of relatability, true humanity and “normalcy”. The path I have never trodden. The path that meets the other 2 relentlessly beaten paths in the middle. The path of least resistance. As I tried to visualize myself stepping onto this path, a fiery anger rose up in me and, like a child in the throes of a temper tantrum, my bad attitude swept in, spouting things like “I HATE online dating!”, “This sucks!”, “Ugh!!” (with accompanying eye-rolls and exasperated sighs). In my meditation, I could not bring myself to set feet upon this path, which felt shameful, ironic and self-deprecating. Why, upon finally seeing the path of least resistance, would I vehemently reject it, insisting instead on trodding through the stenchy muck of most resistance? It didn’t seem to make sense. I’ve been keeping myself, most forcefully, from that which I desire the most. Ouch.