A few hours ago, a voice in my head said “You will write in your blog tonight about the transmission of love.” Most of my evening has been about online group calls with likeminded souls in the Evolutionary Collective, calls about deepening contact with other human beings. We’re done now and here I sit at 11:44. I don’t know what to write.
I’ve learned over the years to tell the difference between the raucous demanding voice and the quiet one. I trust the softness that spoke to me earlier. But now what?
The loud voice spews out an opinion: “Who do you think you are, some author of personal growth textbooks? You’re not exactly ready to create a treatise on love, bunko!” Bunko? Where did that come from? Anyway, time to tune out Mr. Loudness.
So how does the depth of love move from one person to another? Anyone can read a Hallmark Valentine’s card and speak similar sentiments but words without the soul’s participation are meaningless. You can be a champion at sex, know where all the sweet spots are, and be well equipped for the task, and still have the other person feel like a thing.
I think the transmission of love comes down to these objects:
Two hands … as in holding
Two feet … as in playing footsie
One hand and one foot … as in rubbing
Four arms … as in lingering within a real hug
Four eyes … as in holding a soft gaze for a long time
It’s a short textbook but it’ll do just fine.