I was thinking today about boundaries. They are important to have for sure, but I want to be sure whatever boundaries a put in place make sense to me and don’t limit my opportunities to love and be loved. I always want to be open to this love thing, however it comes to me.
So what boundaries are important to me? Which ones make sense? I keep coming back to freedom. I want to be free to move and shift and grow as life will take me to various places. Freedom as a boundary. It seems paradoxical when I say it out loud, but it really is true. Limit my freedom to be who I am and I feel shut down, unable to move, tied down to fit another’s uncomfortable feelings. Controlled. Placed in a tower as a prisoner under someone else’s power.
Does this mean I want to be with me, myself and I on an island? Not at all. Does this mean that I don't want to be held accountable to other people? Again, no. I love community and interpersonal relationships and crave for this to be very alive and well in my life. However, I do not want this at the cost of the love I have for myself. Or at the cost of living and loving freely.
It's very simple, really. Not at all complicated.
Love and let me love. Wildly, passionately, gently, softly. In all the ways that emerge and are made known. Or not. But don't control what I do and how I love. And I will offer you the same. Don't make assumptions about me or what I want and then act as though I have hurt you or that I owe you something.
Love is like a wild wind. It will encircle you and leave you breathless, standing in awe of the effects of it's mere presence. Control it and it is no longer love, but something else altogether. You have a creation of your own making, but it's not love. Love goes where it wants. It is not labeled or caged in. You know when you experience the beauty of love, that it is pure. It is there to be experienced.
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