We are just finishing day 2 of the Omer. Something interesting has happened. I wrote another letter today. Thinking about gevurah in chesed, discipline and boundaries in loving kindness, I couldn’t help but think of my mom. I know that I am luckier than most when it comes to my parents and my family of origin in general. But something amazing that I’m hyper aware of now is what a privilege it is to have parents who continue to grow.
My craving for soul refinement is likely directly passed down from my parents. Both of them are lifelong seekers. My mother has had clearly defined moments in her life that have radically shifted the way she experiences the world. Some of those were very hard for me, but the outcomes have been miraculous.
Today I wrote my mom a letter. I can’t wait to give it to her. In it, I thank her for showing me how to love wisely.
Learning to love wisely is such a challenge. I have so much love I want to give, but I can be reckless or careless with it. People pleasing and yes-manning does not actually serve others. It is a type of protection that prevents real, trusting love to develop.
Today I am grateful for learning about the type of love that says “no” so that you can trust when they say “yes.”
And You Shall Love 