Contractions
An effort is required to bring anything into the world, and this solstice period with its outbreak of COVID variants and social anxiety is nothing if not a contraction.
I think we may be at the point in the movie where the heroine is in the birthing bed and the midwife urges : PUSH !
Some births are easier than others.
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Not "All You Need is Love" but "All Love Needs is You", said Thane in 1970. "Love needs practicioners of love; love needs doers of love. Love is courage. . . ."
Certain kinds of pain require that we bring our love to the fore - that we pour our love out and keep talking to that part of ourselves that hurts : as if taking up a child and holding them, cooing to them, and infusing them with unconditional good will.
The only source for this kind of love is our innate Beingness, which is never separated from its Divine wellspring.
This season - particularly this year - seems to demand that we turn to the ultimate Source, from which pours the love we need to call forth into the world of our relationships, of our opinions, of our engagements.
We are on the verge of something unprecedented coming forth out of the mediocrity of ordinary living.