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Hi Friend

Remember seeing a photo of the earth taken from outer space?

It looks like a beautiful blue sphere painted with swirls of
white. Can you picture it?

Pretty incredible, huh?

Now imagine the blanket of air that completely covers our
earth. Like a glove. Or a sock. A fabric that insulates
us and keeps us warm.

The atmosphere.

We're cradled in this fabric that protects us and keeps us
safe.

Just like we have an atmosphere of air that keeps us alive -
we also have a different kind of atmosphere that keeps us
alive on a different kind of level.

I'm talking about the Fabric of Love.

I've felt it. Maybe you have to.

I know it's hard to imagine most of the time. We've got a
lot of problems here on earth. There's a lot of pain and
confusion and hurt. A lot of fear. A lot of anger and
frustration.

But through it all, we have a blanket of love that keeps
things going.

When you look at a blanket or any cloth or fabric - from a
distance it looks like one solid mass of material. But when
you get real close, you can tell it's made up of many
interwoven threads.

It's called a 'complexity'.

Individual threads of some raw material such as cotton, wool
or rayon come together to form a whole, which is greater
than the sum of its parts.

That's what complexity means.

Which also defines love. Love is complex.

This blanket of love surrounding our earth is composed of an
infinite number of threads connecting everything together.

That's why we're all connected. That's why, on a more real
level, we're all one. Because everything is connected
together by threads of love.

When I get really close - and look very carefully - I see
those threads more as channels. Sort of like blood vessels.
But instead of blood, these vessels carry love.

All connected together.

Everything and everybody connects together through this
interwoven tapestry of love.

Nothing is separate.

I've spent most of my life trying to prove otherwise. I
blocked myself off in so many different ways. I clogged up
those arteries of love with so much gunk.

So many lies. So many judgments. So much pity.

"I'm not like everybody else."

"My problems are worse."

"Nobody loves me."

A seemingly endless number of made-up stories that all had
the same purpose - to separate me from everything else. In
one way or another.

It's sad to think about how strongly I argued for my own
limitations. It's still sad to see it in others.

I used to believe I had to 'manufacture' love as if it came
out of a factory!

Crank it out with great effort. Like one of those old-
fashioned ice cream makers.

You'd turn the handle for what seemed like hours - cranking
away... and finally the milk and sugar and eggs would turn
to an always-too-small-amount of ice cream.

All that work for such a small reward. And then I'd have to
share it with all my younger brothers and sisters! Where's
the justice?!

That's how I saw love. A hard thankless job providing
little return.

How do you view love?

How does your 'love story' go?

You do have one. Everybody has a 'tale of love':

"Love is..."

"Love means..."

"Because of love, I..."

"Love has done... to me"

Our love stories often end up being the very blockage that
prevents us from feeling more love.

I used to believe love equals hurt. And who wants more
hurt? Better to avoid love.

Our stories compare to the plaque that builds up on the
walls of our arteries. They restrict the flow of love.
Less love gets through. We feel less of it. We see less
love in the world when our stories block our experience of
it.

I used to think love took great effort. I didn't know love
is ALWAYS flowing.

I didn't know that it took great effort to keep my
ridiculous stories in place. It's hard work to fight off
the love. It's exhausting. But I thought I was fighting
off hurt and pain.


We're surrounded by love. There's no escape. It's like the
Siege of Vicksburg.

During the Civil War, the Union Army - led by General
Grant - had chased the Confederate forces - led by General
Pendleton - into their final retreat at Vicksburg.

The Yankees had the city surrounded. But this old river
town was high on a hill and well protected. The Union
forces couldn't break into the fort.

So they starved the people out. After all the mules and
rats and shoe leather were eaten, Pendleton finally
surrendered. It got too painful.

That's the position most people find themselves in today:
better to eat your shoes than to give in to an unknown force
of love.


You and I are connected.

We think we're separate. And we do have our differences.
We *are* unique. But we have much more in common than we
think.

We're all connected by threads of love. The love I feel is
the same love you feel. Only the stories are different.
Just like we breathe the same air.

Some air smells a little sweeter than other air. But that's
because of the tiny particles - the additives - and not the
air itself.

Sometimes you find pollution in the air. The otherwise clean,
fresh atmosphere becomes tainted. Just like when we make up
stories about love.

Blocking the love with our stories creates the illusion of
separateness - which leads to pain and suffering.


Healing starts with recognizing the fabric of love that
blankets the earth and includes everything and everybody.
Nothing lies outside this blanket of love. Every human is
connected to every other human.

The more we deny this; the more we make up stories (and
eventually come to believe those stories) - the less
connected - and thus the less love - we feel.

It doesn't take effort to love... to feel love, to give
love, to receive love.

Rather, it takes effort to *not* feel love.

A lifetime of telling stories about love won't end by
reading this one article on a Sunday afternoon. But it's
a start.

Love is part of the "Beautiful Unknown".

The love we 'know' is often part of a story.

The love we don't know - but muster the courage to
experience anyway - can set us free.

Ironically, Pendleton surrendered to Grant on July 4th -
Independence Day.

And the defeated soldiers were not sent to a POW camp,
but set free.


all the best,

Mark


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