I met someone.
Well, I’ve known her for years, but I met her again for the first time in a long while. She showed up differently, and so did I, as we walked around her neighborhood in quick laps. She was vibrantly giddy to be around me and while I was exhausted, I was definitely being energized by her presence.
She noted that the increased attraction was about all the work I had done, and that I was doing The Work.
I asked her at one point what she was into in relationships, and she said quite clearly: “That he be fucking my purpose, not me. That he aligns and is excited about what I’m up to in the world more than into me.”
This was new to hear and interesting.
What we share in terms of purpose is the general orientations of commitment to develop ourselves, to be with and heal and transform what’s there, and to turn the spotlight of our well-honed attentions and energies upon other people as clients, and to transform this world for the better.
It echoed through my dancing self-care this morning.
I was watching “Change of Heart” (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) and I saw it again. Two people on their missions together, helping each other to survive and thrive in a chaotic world.
Long gone are the cryptic days of Casanova. It’s clear that merging of energies must be aligned.
Love must be of the Highest Possibility for both and all, both in and through the Other…or nothing at all.