True Love Stories Don't Have Endings

A note from my own practice..

I'm really of two minds today. On the one hand, I wish the subject of my title were true, in that true love stories don't have endings, although my life experience of love strongly suggests otherwise.  On the other hand, I certainly hope it isn't true, as I am a strong closet romantic.

I'm having that push-pull over love today, because part of me wants to continue to, for lack of a better expression coming to mind at the moment, do the whole love thing.

Yet, there is another part of me is through with the love thing, and not-so-secretly suspects the love thing to be a load of horsepucky.

The irony to this is that I teach people about unconditional love of and for all things; how the heck am I going to apply my knowledge to this particular issue I'm feeling in the moment?

The first thing I had to do was get clear with myself about how I was really feeling about this particular issue, the experience of which , methaphorically at least, was somewhat akin to peeling an onion under running water, in that there was a solid object of resistance in the middle of a flow.

In the end, I realized that I am glad that I had the option of getting into love relationships in the first place.  Grateful that I've meet some really neat people.  Sad that some relationships just don't work out the way that people involved intended them to, no matter how much care, time, money and hard work are put into them.  Angry that sometimes the sad situation erupts for reasons out of the control of the people in the relationship. Ambivalent and shy/scared about ever wanting to go forth and do it all again.

In that moment, I knew that what I needed to do, was feel and recieve love from myself, as well as from the Universe; and so, I gave myself Reiki. 

I feel better now.  Not perfect, not just yet.  Just better, and sure that I'm going to be OK.

Until next time..peace.