I’ve had several realizations come to me while reading books to my daughter at bedtime. This has become one of my favorite times of day. At that time of evening, there is no where I would like to be, no other task I’d rather be doing. I feel present and comitted. So While reading her a book, I was struck by the depth of its theme: unconditional and inexhaustable love.
I think I usually given my love like I water my garden. I give it where I think it it needed. I give it until it seems to help. I give it until it seems to make a difference.
But them I feel like I pull back, redirect or withdraw my affection. I fear that I love to effect. While I respect that some of this practice is in the interest of self preservation and conservation of emotional energy; I want to share better.
In the book a mother’s love for her children is compared to the sun’s rays. The light of the sun flies out in all directions and touches everything in the universe with compassionate indifference. The sun cannot run out of this light. There is plenty for the universe. It never stops. Even in the darkest part of night and miles underground, the light doesn’t forget about us. It still shines.
This rings the same note as the idea of the Imagination of the Creator. The idea is that we exist in reality because we are held in the Great Imagination of a Creator whose love and attention sustains existence. Should that love and attention and imagination cease, all existence wouldd simply cease to be.
We strive to love others with an original, unique twist of compassion made just for that person. It will never stop being love and compassion in that direction. I hope to have the strength, the kind of staying power in emotional and spiritual energy to keep my love committed to the target and tied to the source even without consciously thinking about that thread of energy.
I wonder what realities exist because of what our imagination is holding. I pray that that which I set my heart upon continue to be touched beyond to duration of my conscious intention.he idea that we are held in reality by existing within the imagination of the Creator and if that place ever slipped, we (the universe) would simple cease to be. I want to have and imagination like that. I want to give that kind of love.