Building Bridges of Loving Support

A bridge of loving support is a human being who exists in a supportive way for another.  The way someone is supported is defined by their relationship with their support.  If we choose to align ourselves, there is a full spectrum of support available for our existence.  We are best served by being a node of support in a network of support.  The network of support is the quality of spectrum serving the varied needs of the node.

The reciprocally supportive relationship, like any bridge, must be maintained in some way.  Like bridges, our time supporting or being supported in a relationship is temporary.  We build and maintain new bridges of loving support.  When our time together comes to a natural end, we consider the bridge crossed.  If our time together breaks down without repair, we consider the bridge burnt.  

In the same way people may be in a positive, healthy, expansive relationship, they too can be in a negative, unhealthy, contractive relationship.  Those negative relationships serve the opposite of support.  Learning to discern positivity will be critical in manifesting positive, healthy, expansive relationships to support and be supported.

Give it a try.  Try being supported - try it.  Many, many, many, many, people believe they do not need support.  Too bad for those people.  Their belief invalidates the supports they do have.

A Part of Us

A part of us doesn’t want to be vulnerable.  Some parts believe the self will be hurt and die if we were to become vulnerable.  Our soul wants us to be vulnerable.  The soul is hurt and dying the less we are vulnerable.  Courageously be your wise authentic silly and serious self, get up there, in there, or out there and just breathe, you got this, you got this with god, the universe, be blessed, you are loved.

The more we acknowledge the loving blessing god, the universe, and us have for the universe and us, the more we be and breathe the blessed love the universe compassionately desires.  

As we be and breathe the blessed love the universe compassionately desires we are filled with a sense of peace and serenity, making progress and welcoming challenges with grace and ease.

Two years ago, a part of us really, really, really, really, really, really, really did not want to exist.  Listening to this annihilating part of us, our heart seemed to skip some beats.  We became frightened that we might actually be able to will our self out of existence.  

A day or two later I, heart still beating, was at a celebration of life for my late friend and confidante.  The celebration was guided well by spirit.  The celebration invited attendees to share with the celebration some words.  Near the end, after two great men, the first being a well renowned songwriter of love, the second the former mayor of our town, I heard in my imagination my late friend say, “Get up, it’s your turn.”  I spoke from my heart the vulnerable experience I had the night or two prior and vulnerable experiences our late friend and I shared.

In being vulnerable that day, the universe guided to me a love that would rip open the bright and vibrant love the universe had in me all along.  The love ripped away the shameful feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness from my perceived and practiced existence.  The void of shame we filled with progress of a perceived and practiced existence in healthy, light and friendly - love.

A Summer Tease

The indications of rain this summer lost their merit.  One day the leaves turned, the winds blew, the sky fell dark yet, the rain did not come.  The next day the leaves turned, the wind blew, the sky fell dark and yet, the rain did not come.  Again, the leaves turned, the winds blew, and the sky fell dark and again, the rain did not come.

All summer the indications of rain failed to bring what was once a likely promise - a constant tease, dry and raw.

We had the intuition that the nourishing wetness of rain would not come.  A summer dryness from a lost love in winter.

Hopefully, this autumn will bring the nourishing rain for the new seeds sown in response to the lessons learned in the failed summer.  A late harvest is better than none.