Love Is All There Is

I was watching a show in which a granddaughter did something wonderful for her grandfather. The two of them crying and hugging was quite touching and brought forth the feelings that come from doing something for someone you love. It fills your heart and opens a portal to unconditional love even if only for a moment or two.

I was filled with memories and thoughts of acts I could perform now for those still living. Then I was struck by an interesting thought. What if I did a loving act for someone I do not like? Someone that I might despise or had purported to hate. What would that feel like?

The feelings were muddy and big. Why do something for someone that has made my life more difficult? Why take any time to perform an act of consideration or love for one that I might deem unlovable or undeserving?

I could hear all the protests from myself and others as I thought about the concept. The longer I sat with it, the more interesting it became. What would the outcome be? Would they have to know or could it be anonymous? I believe either would work. In some ways anonymous has more pull as it alleviates the need to have a face-to-face interaction and also puts it into the realm of a selfless act. One done not for attribution and praise, but simply as a true act of generosity and kindness.

How would it change the dynamic? Would it change it for both people? Does it matter? I believe that for me it would release any residual feelings of upset or hurt or confusion. It would free me from holding on to whatever my perceived injury might be. It could clean up the energy without having to interact or attempt to mend fences. Many of the people who are not in our lives are gone for a reason and do not necessarily need to return, but the harboring of ill will or injury allows the energy of that schism to be like an app open and running in the background of your phone or tablet. It is using up the battery and causing depletion.

I think this is an experiment for my near future.  I will keep you posted on the results. If you decide to join me, let me know how it turns out.

Here’s to cleaning up our psyche phones and our tainted tablets.