Cute Dust Bunnies? Monday Motivation #13
I came across that quote a few weeks ago and it has hung around…
thickening the air I breathe …
whispering itself in my ear at random times …
bringing the promise of belonging.
The thought of being understood completely nearly makes me swoon with giddy hopefulness. Could someone really understand me in such a way?
Being understood feels like …
Unconditional acceptance. If someone took the time to know and understand me, surely that would mean they accept me.
Acceptance is a warm heavy blanket. The kind that braces me against the cold heartless judgmental world. It grounds me. It shields me. It reminds me of visiting my mother in California where my bed in her guest room had four or five blankets of varying materials and thicknesses; when I climbed into bed, I was embraced all night under the weight of the bedding – every nerve sated by direct contact.
The truth is, giving myself acceptance to start with (in the form of self-love) is exactly what I work on as I get up in the morning and try to live with my arms wide open. I want that kind of grounded feeling all day every day and I strive to find it and hold tight to it.
Still, getting it from someone else is a different lovely kind of feeling. I have a few kindred spirits that are sewn into the tapestry of my life: people whom I accept who also accept me – all of me – even my flawed and scarred parts.
I love them dearly.
And they love me.
Humanity in family
I wrote in InHumanity about how family sometimes really twists us… and yet, often they understand us as well… even our dustiest corners.
They were there when we swept the dust from the center of the room and off into the places people never look. They sometimes lived those dirty experiences with us or witnessed us dealing with them as we grew up together.
They are the urn where the ashes of shame and hurts and pains past still live.
My sister understands me like no one else. We seldom talk much anymore but it does not erase the insights we have into each others’ psyches; nor does it diminish the unconditional acceptance that we have for one another. Yes, it is true that family was the initial tie that bound us, but instead of the noose that so many family members make for each other, she and I fashioned that tie into a beautiful macramé hammock where our love and interaction lay in wait, content until our lives’ schedules coincide.
Perhaps sometimes humanity is humane 😉
And knowing that makes it easier to…
Imagine meeting someone who understood even the dustiest corners of your mixed-up soul.
Who already loves you even with your “dusty corners?” Do you have ideas on how to help others (including me) to love ourselves completely, without requiring change?