Red K Elders

Red K Elders


Sometimes we may hold back from allowing Love’s most vast and overwhelming expression to flow through us, because we are afraid of it ending, afraid of being hurt. Our fear keeps love small, and manageable, and safe, even though we may long to be ravaged wide open by the Dionysian chaos of it. Yet every relationship we have, no matter how tenuous, or how cataclysmic or profound, will certainly end. Gentle lifelong friendships, mutually supportive temporary allegiances, or tidal surges of divine destiny, expressed through these bodies, will all end. Everything is always shifting, morphing and changing. Moving on, growing, dying, flowing in and out, moving towards, moving away. Everyone we ever love will one day shimmy out of of these bodies altogether and express their majesty through another curious ripple form. One day too, we’ll slip off these little binding skins and no longer be able to touch each other as we do, so miraculously and vividly, now.


No more whole bodied grappling with mountains, sharing delicate intimacies of innermost tendrilling. No more full bodied absorption of riotously beautiful sunsets, sliding knee deep in mud while temporarily suspended on the humming breath of a gliding great heron. No more ferocious arguments, savage kisses, face slaps, sweet meadow flowers, mad circus kittens, or giggling children silently imploring our connection with innocent hearts wide open.


Who knows how long any of us have, how long any relationship will last? The river remnant of a great sea still tongues a crevice through the slumbering valley. The solemn steady comfort of darkness, the drumming rain. Bird ancestors roosting in the walnut tree, outliving us all. The final most portentous cave, a human-sized hole rudely dug in the earth. Accepting this. Perhaps we may gently open to welcoming in and giving shelter to the lonely bittersweetness of the endings too? Folding them tenderly and equally right into the faery magic of new beginnings. Holding both in our hearts at once, and celebrating the wonder of it all. I love you - especially because - it will end. Synchronicities, proximities and serendipities are all so ephemeral. Such a fleeting life, this.


Love everyone, anyway, as much as possible. Expecting nothing in return. Let the rivulets and gullies widen as the full flood of Love gushes through, filling us completely and overflowing into many, many others. Love wholly, completely and fearlessly, with all our might, while we can, in the sweet short precious moments we are privileged to share with one another.