How to Love Another When You Cause Pain? Get Over Yourself.

It occurs to me that no matter how much loving someone, the breadth and depth of the love can not be enough to endure. There must be more…

Yesterday, feelings of sadness, today, this morning I awaken with feelings of confusion, disbelief…and yet I still love in abundance – always. Why is this so?

What I am learning, as with all things in life, one must not rely on the love of others first, one must believe and love themselves before all. A very tough lesson, indeed. For I love my daughters more each day, despite not feeling their love in return. I am the cause of much of their pain. At the same time, how much responsibility must I take for their pain?  The constant motion of compassion, the mindfulness of their pain, in parallel with my own loss, how does one balance the flux, the yin and yang of such intense emotions? I begin with this: getting over myself.

Wake Up to Experience: Sometimes it can hit you right in the ass without even knowing it.

As I began my walk yesterday, an old woman, much smaller than a young child approached me on the trail. I quickly learned she was the one responsible for putting this beautiful walking trail along the highway, a place for thousands of walkers, runners, cyclists, strollers and canines. Her name is Florence. Easily giving up my brisk walk, I found myself in Florence’s experience, soaking up her attitude, putting aside my own sadness awhile, open to learn.

At 95 years old, her physical pain, in agony many days, there Florence stood in the middle of the trail. Her tiny face, engulfed by immense sunglasses, a bright smile looked up and said “good morning to you!” She spoke of her meandering trail, how she wanted the community to have a safe place to walk, went to the county, fought to build a respite for others to enjoy. I walked her home, around the corner from where we stood, though this was no jaunt. Each step taken, her newly acquired three prong cane in hand, deliberate care, with consciousness, she and I eventually made it to her home of 30 years. She spoke of her life, her “unusual” husband she adored, her beautiful children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. More than anything else, she wanted to show me what she called, her “wicked triplets.”  As if I could possibly pass up something like this? Not likely.

Three ginormous cards stand on her sofa, her “wicked triplets”; an homage to Florence from a community who reached out after her precious bronze plaque had been stolen March of 2012. Gathering funds, new plaque replaced, those grateful to one woman who made a difference in their community. Her pride, well-founded, her gratitude admired.

"Wicked Triplets"

“Wicked Triplets”

Wicked Triplets

The Beauty of Giving


This Woman Gives a Shit

Pay attention to experience. We may not understand or realize its significance at the time, yet do not dismiss what is to be learned. For years I have walked that trail, never meeting Florence until yesterday. I put myself out there in life for this reason alone – to learn from the collection of people I encounter.  ALL of which gives me the strength to endure, continue to love, forgive myself and share with others.  I desire nothing more than to become the best possible human being possible.

For those I’ve hurt, the sorrow carries on. I must feel what they feel though can not allow myself to wallow. The “Florence’s” in life remind me I am but a small part of this great universe. Gratitude begets, trumps everything else. Compassion must come before love, for it is in compassion where love reigns. It is impossible to not love.


About Carin

Writing is for me, though sharing with others, is a gift.

One response to “How to Love Another When You Cause Pain? Get Over Yourself.

  1. Livin' Life

    You never know who you’ll run into. What blessings are found in everyday living if we are just to stop, notice and smell the roses. What a wonderful experience to share.

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