Unconditional

By Amaya Gayle Gregory —

Sedona, AZ — I love unconditionally, even if you think I do not. It matters not if the love I am is returned, whether it is handed back wrapped inside conditions, ignored, denied or wholly misunderstood. I love regardless of how foolish it makes me look, or what another may think of me. I am love and love simply loves.

Loving — being loving, feeling love, expressing love, being love — just feels better, so much more authentic than withholding, than divvying up pieces of me, pieces of you, deciding which ones are worthy of love. Besides, that’s a lot of work and well above my pay grade.

Funny … we never think about being worthy of hate.  It’s just love that we dole out, that we attach a worthiness prerequisite to.

That’s something to consider. Somewhere along the way, we bought the idea that love was conditional, conditioned on what we did, how we behaved, how we looked, on whether or not we fit another’s (or our own) profile of lovability.

How truly sad.

If we had only known, if religions and families had modeled unconditionality, so many broken hearts could have been spared the pain, the shame, the core betrayal of our innate beauty.

Unworthiness has beaten us into submission … but it’s never too late to see what that silly idea is. It’s just an idea that has no basis on which to stand. Notice what’s happening and poof! it dissolves into the nothingness it always was.

We have never been unlovable, even on our worst days, not even when you were certain that you were. You are not unlovable in any way. That’s a naughty story, catchy but corrupt, nonetheless. In fact, the very idea is laughable, for what we are, what we are made of, what we return to with each breath is nothing but love, hearticles of pure passionate resonance, infinite aliveness playing the game of life.

We know this. It’s the reason we feel so bad when we attempt to weaponize love or someone attempt to use love against us. We know this. It’s the reason our bodies struggle amidst the density of anger and hate. We know this. It’s the reason love feels so damn good. We know this. It’s why love has the ability to crack us open in awe.; hate doesn’t do that. We know this. It’s what we are and anything short of full-on, all-in, unconditional love will always feel lacking, will always set us on a course to somewhere, anywhere else.

You know this. You are love. You are made of love. You are love’s perfect expression. You … just as you are. Yeah … that you.

Want to read more from Amaya? Her new book, Actuality: infinity at play, explores what actually is and the reasons we look right past the staggering reality. At Amazon in paperback and e-book. https://amzn.to/3Rd4CTY