Awakening of Love

Awakening of Love

 Patti Smith, Central Park NYC by Bob Gruen, 1976

Patti Smith, Central Park NYC by Bob Gruen, 1976

Every second of every day there is someone somewhere in the world asking:

“How are you today.”

And someone answering:

“Fine thanks.”

Deep down underneath those well-rehearsed lines are two humans. Two living, feeling hearts reciting a mantra…

Here… Now… Here… Now…

What a revelation it was to reconnect with mine at the Awakening of Love weekend workshop.


I want to tell you all about it, but I’m in such a state of FEELING that those limited little things known as WORDS are having a hard time catching up.

So I’ll choose just a few to focus on…


AMPED.

This is how I felt by the end of the weekend.

Yes it felt warm and delicate and fuzzy to ‘awaken to love’… But it also felt pretty fucking rock and roll quite frankly. Like Patti Smith (pictured) plugging in her electric guitar and roaring out her rock poetry for the sheer joy of self-expression.

And it was also messy. Getting reacquainted with our hearts, underneath our carefully constructed masks and costumes can be painful. There were tears. But as Osho says: 

"Only sadness gives you depth. Laughter is shallow; happiness is skin-deep. Sadness goes to the very bones, to the marrow. Nothing goes as deep as sadness.”  

It was an adventure into the full gamut of human experience – the silence and noise, the light and dark, the stillness and chaos, the gut wrenching misery and dizzying happiness of life.


PRESENCE.

I thought I understood this word. I didn't. I thought it was a metaphysical directive, it's not.

It's a posture. It literally means to BE HERE NOW. In your body.

I realised I've been living most of my life hovering about a meter in front of myself. 

Numerous times throughout the weekend the facilitator had to remind me to use ‘I’ when speaking instead of the general/hypothetical ‘we/you'. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it.

Each time I was reminded, I felt a sense of dropping back into my body.


And what I found underneath the layers of strength and resilience was a delicate thing, like a leaf in a breeze, feeling and responding to subtle movements and changes… Happy, sad, elated, fearful – the true human under the costume.

And no this doesn’t mean I have to become a basket case. It simply means I’m living – experiencing life. Instead of swirling through thoughts of the past or diving into fantasies of the future.

I highly recommend it... Try it... How do you feel right now?


CURIOSITY.

Gosh I love this word... Its twin is ‘adventure’… With these two words anything is possible. Yes there is still fear. But instead of aversion to fear there is a curious spirit of adventure.

Imagine what would be possible if curiosity could replace fear?


If the next time I had to get up in front of a group of people and speak I could simply be curious about it instead of fearful. If instead of feeling hurt and unfairly treated by another person I could be curious about how they are experiencing life? If instead of backing away from some big, crazy dream that seemed unachievable I could be curious and take an adventure into the land of what the heck?

What about you? What could you do with curiosity?


BRAVERY.

The uninitiated may imagine an awakened heart as some pink, frilly, soft and sweet thing. But the truth couldn’t be further from this picture. Awakening your heart takes courage. It takes a willingness to get raw and messy and honest.

At the start of the weekend I kept myself neatly contained. But by the end all 18 of us had laid our hearts bare. We’d dug down deep below the ‘Fine Thanks’ façade to rediscover ourselves at our core.

One of the exercises involved music and movement. At first I felt inhibited and uncomfortable.

“I don’t fucking feel like moving or dancing thank you very much.” Said the rebel warrior girl that guards the gate to my heart.

I held firm for a while. And then there was a knocking from within. Slowly I did feel like moving.

And then the tears began to roll. I cried for the longing for deep love and connection. I cried for all the things I didn’t like about myself, the mistakes I’d made, things I wished I’d done differently. I cried for no reason at all. I cried because I cried… and then I laughed.

It felt wonderful to move, to cry, to laugh.
To feel what there was to be felt.
To not be too much.
To be enough.


I’d pegged myself as ‘uncoordinated’ and ‘cynical’. Imagine my surprise when what my heart actually wanted was wild, primal, uninhibited movement.

WHO is that person on the inside of your heart?


VULNERABILITY.

When I was in my early 20s I took LSD with a friend then caught a tram from her flat in St Kilda into Melbourne's CBD. Baaaaaaaad idea. It was sensory overload to the extreme. I remember thinking everyone looked like aliens wearing people suits.

Amidst the cement of the city we craved nature and had to settle for a garden bed in the middle of a towering office complex. We sat there tripping off our heads repulsed by the grotesqueness of these strange entities wearing pudgy, puffy, pink skin suits.

Even though my brain was swirling with synthetic hallucinogens, what I was seeing was in fact the truth. We do spend a lot of our lives as hearts wearing human consumes.

Vulnerability is unzipping this suit, pulling off the mask and revealing our true selves. And it is in this place that our heart becomes visible and connection can take place. 

Who are you under the suit?


CONNECTION.

Connection comes with the territory when we awaken to love - connection with our long lost selves, and from this place; with others. 

I gazed into the eyes of strangers and saw sameness under our separateness.

I heard stories of challenge and heartache that weren’t so different to mine.

I cried tears of happiness and sadness at the goddamn beauty of being a human with a heart that feels and therefore lives.

Before the workshop I’d heard a writer define DHARMA as tendency – like it is an apple tree’s tendency to bear apples.

apple tree

I put out a silent wish to know what my tendency was... 


At the beginning of the weekend the following poem was read aloud. By the end of the weekend I understood I had my answer.

Dear Human:

You've got it all wrong.

You didn't come here to master unconditional love.
This is where you came from and where you'll return.

You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love.
Messy love.
Sweaty Love.
Crazy love.
Broken love.
Whole love.
Infused with divinity.
Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of... messing up.
Often.

You didn't come here to be perfect, you already are.

You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.

And rising again into remembering.

But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.

Love in truth doesn't need any adjectives.
It doesn't require modifiers.
It doesn't require the condition of perfection.

It only asks you to show up.
And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal
and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU.

Its enough.

It's Plenty.
- Courtney A. Walsh

 

Awakening to love and reconnecting with your heart is living with presence, bravery and vulnerability. It's a willingness to accept it all, moment to moment - the good times, the painful times, the perfections, the fuck-ups, the triumphs and the spectacular failures.

And it's also knowing that we are all in this together. This crazy little thing called love.  

> The Awakening of Love workshop is an introduction to a seven-day personal development process called Path of Love.


Leonie Orton is a writer, editor and marcomms consultant. She'll create communication mediums in the shape of words, graphics and webs for your business, connecting you with the people who need you. When she's not head down with this, she's being a mother, teaching yoga, playing with flowers and growing vegetables. Get in touch by emailfacebook or subscribe to her blog.

 

 

 

 

 

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