looking through one eye

yesterday i got a text message from my son. it said, "i love u momy.  coll me in the morning. write a story."
i woke up, dreaming but not remembering dreams, rolled out of bed. i want to write the lyrics to the song from hedwig and the angry inch, origin of love. i want that to be the story today. i already wrote about this years ago in this blog. how the gods got afraid 'of our strength and defiance' so "they cut us down the middle, cut us right down in half," that's called pain. "cuts a straight line right through the heart, we call it love. so we wrapped our arms around each other, trying to shove ourselves back together, we were making love."

what is life but all this? there is nothing to resist. we are whole. love reminds us this. love, and pain. we are not angels. we are angels. we are all of it, we are connected. there is nothing that isn't inside us, nothing inside us that isn't inside each of us. the rose does not lament its thorns.

so i will reiterate, the same sentiment, in a different way. (i learned this from my long time friend and lover, partner in parenting, to repeat, only different.)  and i already said this too in this blog, pretty sure, that when i was in a birthing class, the group leader said, your heart is going to split wide open. and it did. it does. every time we let ourselves love, feel pain, feel loss, feel love, feel gratitude, feel impossibility, we are in love. this is our birthright.