So much is made of intimacy in the West. We fantasize and romanticize about finding the “one” who will understand us, help lift us up when we are down and hold us physically as we explore what it means to be embodied.
But, the real, rarified intimacy we so crave only comes about when we learn how to hold ourselves. We must come to know how to hold the cares of our heart with tenderness, to attend to our physical needs with the same fastidiousness of a consistently loving grandparent and become capable of talking ourselves up (or down) in stressful situations.
When was the last time you made yourself a full breakfast to enjoy in bed on a weekend morning? Drew yourself an extra hot bath? Or, simply sat through and listened to a full album of music with no other distractions tugging on your mind?
Pursue the workings of your sacred heart with the same passionate ardor you would apply to a new relationship. You just might find yourself falling in love.