This morning I look into the mirror and what do I see?
I see love. I see big, fat, wonderful, cushiony love. I see care. I see kindness. I see compassion. I see forgiveness. Passion. Joy. Play. Love in all its shapes.
I never realized love had so many faces. I could have guessed. I know love is Source, everything, all.
The version of love I have been is not like this. It’s limited, conditional. I’ll love you if you’ll love me. You love me first, and I’ll control the situation and decide if I want to love you back. If you love me enough or in a specific way (which you have to guess), I’ll love you too.
This is not love. This is being closed and cautious and afraid of getting hurt. This is not actually loving you here in front of me, and not loving myself either.
I am discovering that if I love myself, no conditions on it, it is easy to love the other person, you. When I love myself unconditionally, my love spills over into the space around me. Yes, the space where you are standing. And then you feel love, too.
I love love. It never runs away or runs out. It’s always here when I open to it. Constant. Waiting for me. I open to love, and it hugs me back fiercely. So excited, so happy I am here too, and let’s play! Love as a four-year-old child sharing all in her toy box.
Unconditional love mirrors me. It shows me the true me. It makes me the true me, when I stand in love and only love. Other things—judgment, limits, holding back, hiding, control—cannot root here or live here. They need something to push against in order to exist, and love gives no resistance. They try to push against love, assert themselves, and instead they fall through and away.
In the mirror of love, I see you and me as we truly are. I see all we have to offer. The best.
Bright shining stars. This is us. In love’s mirror.