Imagine….

Imagine not being able to feel….

Not being able to feel the warmth of the sun on your face.

Not being able to feel the cold ice of a drink on your lips.

Not being able to feel connection while gazing into your lover’s eyes.

Hurt or sad or heartbroken or pained….there’s a choice.

Shut down, close and create a way of being that never feels that again.

Or stay in an open heart, feeling all of the pain.

Imagine not being able to feel...

Yes.

Open my heart to its hurt.

There is a choice I could make to shut myself down and make certain that I never experience this again.

That’s one way.

Another way is the path I’m choosing. It’s the one of sensing the pain to be felt and not only walking towards it to find its edge, but also being fully willing and fully choosing to step right over that edge into it’s fullness. The edge that feels so daunting and engulfing…Where is the bottom of this? Will it devour me?

I walk into it and notice that there is space. I am wider than it. This opens up my capacity to feel. Everything. The fullness of it all.

I believe that we are here, in this world, in this body to feel.

Imagine NOT being able to feel.

There is no safety in love.