Our Universe Adores Us

Our Universe Adores Us

I believe that when we talk about love, or we talk about someone (or something) in love with us, then we are driving this subconscious narrative that it is a love that has peaceful and gentle way about itself… safe and in many ways predictable.       Often, I think we want to believe in love, but we want to believe only in a love that fits our own narrative.   We want love that is coherent with our human timeline,  moral code, and practical / reasonable / logical perspective.      That construct of imagined love….  I am certain is not fully love.        If we keep walls surrounding what is possible for a universe's love… then we limit love to a very unimpressive and suffocating box -  one that refuses to expand beyond the perception of feeling of our present human moment.    It keeps love small,  it keeps us saying,  “Yes!  No!  Yes!  No!”       Deciding what IS love,  and not allowing love to crush us  from all sides.       To maintain this sort of love..  or demand that the universe adhere to our fragile construct of love..   is like standing knee deep in the ocean, demanding that the waves only lap gently at our shins.    You are in the ocean!   Give way to the ocean..   experience what the ocean is capable of -  or step out of it.     

I believe the Universe absolutely adores us.    I think it is head over heals for us.  
But I believe that its loves staggers the mind.   It operates outside of a congruent timeline, outside of an amiable code of conduct, outside of logic and practical assumption.   
It’s a love that can break you, it can tear away your safety and your efforts..   it is not a delicate, fluffy love (as my brother calls it).   Maybe it can be gentle and sponsoring..  but it has no allegiance solely to those qualities.   
Isn’t that exactly what we would want from a love? 
A way of affection that isn’t delicately wound taunt around our emotions or our fickleness.    An uncontrived, consuming, roaring love. 
I am ending this year convinced even more, that the universe is secretly plotting our victories..    but my vision for how that happens has been entirely re-imagined.   

Andrew Tipton