First off there’s no loss of love. How could life ever lose itself? Death and birth are both the doorways to life leading endlessly to a love that knows only ‘yes’ and the willingness to accept and blend. Death makes birth possible. Birth makes death possible. Both continuously make life.
So how do we track and find and appreciate “lost” love if there can be no lost life? Is the meal you ate, the conversation you had, the endless experience of being really lost?
When we use our senses to direct awareness of thoughts, we can feel a shift in our bodies. The shift to feeling “without love” requires ignorance of the world in its present state. The sights, sounds, smells, movements, tastes, blending all are love becoming this now. So are we, you and I, endlessly becoming, without the ability to capture and stop the process. We are part of the endless unfolding, and capable of some memory and emotions reappearing to help keep us going.
When we remember the pain, we remember the incentive to not be doing what hurt. Transferring that impulse into the moment, say when i recall bumping my head, replaces my current sensory input with memory, including emotions and the feeling of “not good” which feels like “not loved”. If I repeat this memory the experience becomes a habit, an emotional habit we call depression. Is it clear that this is remembering pain and looking away from the present which is actually working quite well? Even if we bump our heads, the pain is part of a balance intended to keep us alive by discouraging us from hurting ourselves.
Back to tracking the feeling of lost love. Understand that love is life, life is love. Life is love’s way of being, and includes emotions and sensations which are painful. Life without these painful possibilities eliminates the new, the risk, the trust of self to find newness. This exploration we call life and the resulting impression of lost love……whether through physical death, relationship growth, environmental circumstances…..is an adventure. We are all challenged to recognize the love we thought lost simply changed form. It is still changing form even as you learn it cannot be lost because it is, was and will be you. Can you be lost in love?