How might our relationships be different if we approached one another with spaciousness. If we responded to connection and union with a willing invitation to the tensions implicit in dancing with other? How might our lives look if we abandoned the premise of safety and appeasement and instead welcomed the wonder and uncertainty of the unknown; if we responded, moment by moment, with a weavers hand: respecting the nuance of tension, variety and surprise, without judgement and defense.
If we continue to cultivate a tight warp of pretense and insist on a "warp only" life, we are missing the bliss of union. The utter abandon of life making love to itself. The push and pull of passion when life as other, challenges that illusion, one thread at a time.
Today, it is my sincere prayer that my soul may open to the weavers hand and behold the beauty unfolding moment by moment, a splendid dance, woven in time.