Love Is Not An Answer, It is Our Being or How to Heal The Inner Child
Love is not just the answer.
Love is Our BEING.
I dare write these words for I know this to be true. I cannot deny that which is revealed to me with such clarity. We love. We cannot help but love. We cannot live without it. Everything we do, we do out of love, for love, with love, in love and by love.
Love empowers us.
Love powers us.
Love produces love.
And yet many of us have forgotten who and what we really are. Why?
Why is it that we choose to see the ugliness of a child born out of wedlock instead of the beauty and wonder of a miracle? Why is it that we choose to magnify the filth of a teenage alcoholic instead of the need of love and guidance for this lost soul? Why do we choose to ridicule practices of various religious groups instead of thanking them for helping many lead better lives? Why do we choose to highlight the dirt of politicians instead of appreciating their policies that favor the underprivileged? And why do we choose to see the imperfections in our bodies instead of acknowledging its power to sustain the blows of everyday stress? Why do we choose to see the hate in love, as I have?
The answers came in bits and pieces during the past three days. It culminates with this hub. I heal as I write, as I share. I tremble still but choose to see love and write an open letter with love to the wounded child who has forgotten she is loved - for like a flower that has not felt the nourishing warmth of the sun, she too has lost her glow.
The Inner Journey
To my little Daisy,
I never knew I would be doing this, having to write you instead of talking to you straight. My emotions drown out my ability to speak clearly, you see. I need you to understand. I need for you to read this over and over again that you may remember.
You need not fear. No more. All is well now. It's safe to come out and play. Take my hand and join me in that happy place. You remember that happy place, don't you? The forest, the waterfalls, the wild flowers, the exotic plants, the wild animals - they're all there. Remember? Yes, the sea too, the sky, the wind, the rain, the sun - all of it - they all await your dance, your song, your jokes, your silly acts, your theatrics and even your mood swings. They all miss you. I miss you too.
I hardly remember how you looked when you smiled. I'd like to see your smile again - hear your laughter again. Come out and dance like you used to when dad would prop you up on the table and proudly announce to house guests, your impromptu dance number. Remember how fun it was to pick up the coins they'd throw on the table after your performance? You just loved the love displayed during those times...from dad, mom and even from people you hardly knew.
Come with me and let's hike the hills, climb trees, pick mangoes, ride the bike, play jackstones, blow plastic balloons, make paper boats, fly kites, catch grasshoppers, dragon flies and toads just like the good old days with your brothers and sisters. We could even watch water buffalos bathe lazily in mud, identify birds sitting atop forest trees from the farthest distance and name the kind of clouds we see during long road trips. Those were love-filled moments, right? You simply shared the wonder and excitement of life --- together --- with loved ones who loved you back. They did.
Remember how they'd patiently wait for you to dress up for school or listen to your endless delivery of memorized poetry and their endearing giggles catching you practicing "Invictus" in front of the mirror? How about the times they'd help you in school assignments while you grudgingly obeyed them as you itched to play games with the neighbors, do you remember those days? Yes, that too, the storytelling sessions with Aunt Jocelyn!
You remember! I'm glad. Yes, you always looked forward to those moments when all the siblings gathered together in a circle --- wide-eyed listening intently to what Pandora's box contained or what kind of ghosts abound in our provinces. Those were thrilling adventures with loved ones made extra special by a jolly teacher aunt who simply loved having us listen to valuable lessons hidden behind stories and fables and folklores.
We can do that again, you know. Seek lessons behind stories. I know of one who can tell you endless stories. She's like a bullet train, speeding up from one story to another. At times she can be a jet plane zooming from one story to another and return to a previous story without missing a beat and laughs gleefully when I give her the "there you go again" look. I can't help but laugh along. I laugh, giggle a lot with her. We have fun together. She's a friend and she's just about your age too.
She's out there now dancing and twirling with the wind, singing joyfully with the birds, skipping around meadows gently brushing the flowers with her outstretched hands and takes pleasure in feeling the soothing flow of the river as she sits on a rock.
Little Daisy, I know you're sacred and I'm sorry if I thought It would be safer for you to hide instead. I was wrong. I guess the more I hid you from the pain the more I caused you pain. I didn't know any better. But things have changed now. It's safe to play again because there are no monsters after all. They just looked like monsters. Now I see them for what they are... scared little ones who needs to remember they are loved and are expressions of love.
Come hold my hand and be free once more, dream once more, play once more and uncover the love in the most unlikely of places, in the most unlikely of beings and create a world filled with colorful shades of hope, joy, peace and love abundant.
I love you. Never think for one moment that I blamed you. I never did.
I never blamed you too... a tiny voice answers back. I must stop to listen more...........
I never blamed you for wanting to protect me because I knew you loved me. I love you as much as you love me. Love never blames anyone or anything. It just loves.
The sun never blames the rain when the sky is gloomy. The soil never hates the sun when it's too hot for water to flow freely. The flowers never accuse the bees of defiling their beauty nor complain about spiders squatting amongst their leaves.
Nothing uses anything. Everything is for anything. Everyone is for anyone. We exist for each other. That is the way of life. Life is love. Love is God is Life.
I wasn't in hiding. I was playing. Love is patient. And we both won.
Now, I want to meet this friend of yours, what's her name?
"Little Michelle", I whispered. Little Daisy giggles. I sit astounded and break down in recognition of a truth learned in the past but never really understood until now.
It has been several hours after the revealing encounter. I took the time to savor the experience. I am full of love. Thank you little one for speaking with such wisdom.
Love is Our BEING.
When we acknowledge and accept this as true then and only then can we start recognizing Love in others and love others fully, no matter who they are, what they are, no matter their beliefs and preferences. Loving others starts with loving the self unconditionally. I believe it's time you meet my friend and skip and hop and dance together ...... in the Land of the Loving.
With love overflowing,
Big Grateful Daisy
May all who chance upon this hub find the love within and share them here too for all to join the celebration of a new life within you. My love to all. Godbless:)
Note: I emailed Sis Michelle (ripplemaker) a draft of this hub. Below is her response. I share it here with her permission. i believe this lends strength to the message of this hub. thank you.
Dearest Big and Little Daisy,
My heart cries as I read your words. I feel your wounded soul crying, seeking to understand things. I am thankful you have made peace with your little self because I too needed to do that. We all do. The question to the "why's" have been screamed by countless of souls for ages.
I guess the little one in me has memories of that --being playful, naughty, mischievous, having fun, having a lot of faith and trust, knowing that the whole garden is just a fun place to be. And God would be there watching proudly, smiling and nodding with approval.
Big Michelle tends to "hate" her sometimes though because that makes her odd in this world. This "child-like" responses make her look different and different here is not taken too well. And when people would respond in a not so positive way, Big Michelle stiffles the little one's giggles and hides her somewhere.
I've learned to go with the flow of life, not hating, not questioning angrily but accepting that there are sunny days, cloudy days and stormy weathers with floods on occasions. Life never stops. It goes on. And so do we.
We are eternal. Nothing will ever cause us to fear again. You are right. We are LOVE seeking to express itself in its highest, grandest version and definition.
Go and Be Love everyday. You are and will always be LOVE.
Come little Daisy let's go and journey together...I see the birds in the air and look, there's a rainbow too! The last one to reach the mango tree is a rotten egg!!! Ruuuuuuunnnnnnnnn....
I love you dearly,
Big & Little Michelle (ripplemaker)