Underneath

It will rain today. Hopefully. The sky is covered with a thick grey blanket of impending moisture. The wind is in full force very early in the morning. The air is 100% humid. Something's gotta give. Despite the outwardly appearance though, I know the sun is still there rising beautifully, faithfully underneath the clouds. I wish I could stand on top of the clouds so I could see the sunrise. Alas, my challenge is to know the beauty is there even though I can't see it.

Have you ever felt through the pain? There is always something underneath it. That something is beautiful. That something is love, every time. Deep, thick, immutable, beautiful, simple love. It's not the romantic love of bookstore shelves or even a feeling about someone. Love is a verb. Love is an action. Love is who you are. When you love someone you give them something. There is nothing passive about it. It takes work to love through the pain. We've been conditioned to close down in the midst of our pain cutting off access to the very thing that can heal us and everyone around us. Regardless of appearances, love is present every where. Perhaps we need to get in touch with our own love before we can become acutely aware of its pervasive presence all around us.