Living from love, not for love.

I’ve been meditating on this for the past couple of days. Living from love, not for love. When I think about love, I’m drawn to those years of my adolescents where I was waiting for love. Looking for some sort of prince charming who was going to fix everything because once I found him it would mean that I was wanted, I was loved, I was attractive to another person, and I was protected.

I see now that I spent many years waiting.

What that waiting really speaks to, for me, is the absence of knowing love.

A love that I didn’t realise was already there, within me. Yes relationships support you to know love in a new way, children support you to know love in a new way, and healing helps you to connect with all that love which is present - but that love is always there.

Today when I meditate on living from love, not for love, I am really reflecting on where I am still waiting. Where am I not content? Where do I not believe that love already exists? What truth am I doubting?

When I reflect on living from love and what that means for me, what I receive is the call to live a life of service. How could you not, knowing that the greatest gift of knowing love has already been received? It was this reflection that nudged me to re-engage my substack. Not as a place to teach, or preach, but simply to be me. Being me feels like the greatest service I can offer, for today.