Love

Here are a few quotes from John Welwood that interested me and that maybe will cause others to think:

The disconnection from love most often grows out of not feeling fully embraced or accepted in our family of origin--whether through neglect, lack of attunement, or outright abuse. Not feeling securely held in the arms of love, we fall into the grip of fear. Inadequate love and nurturance directly impact the child's nervous system, resulting in a certain degree of shock or trauma that will affect us for the rest of our life.

Also:

This universal human wound shows up in the body as emptiness, anxiety, trauma, or depression, and in relationships as the mood of unlove, with it's attendant insecurity, guardedness, mistrust, and resentment. And all relationship problems follow from there.

And:

. . . It cripples us, causing us to shrivel and contract. Thus, apart from a few biochemical imbalances and neurological disorders, the [DSM IV] might as well begin: "Herein are described all the wretched ways people feel and behave when they do not know that they are loved." . . . Not knowing we are loved makes the heart grow cold. And all the tragedy of human life follows from there.

Many others have written of the "wound of the heart" and the paralysis that results. The above paragraphs could be taken by some, victims themselves of inadequate love, as an indictment of parents; if only all parents loved their children, the world would be a fine place. This is true, but of course not that simple. Our karma of conditioning and our karma of inherited DNA cross paths at some point and in fact there are people born who are so out of tune with the love given them that they still can grow up confused and wounded. They can be bathed with warmth, caring and love as children but something in their makeup prevents them from being aware of this. They are autistic regarding love. And there are other unfortunates who, though happy and loved as children, come under the influence of less happy, even hateful people as adults and learn to question the love they had, even deny it. It takes all kinds to make this sad floating world. We are all still learning how to swim.

Love your neighbor, love your self, love the bugs under your feet and learn to embrace them as they will someday feed on your beloved flesh.

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