|Foxy, waiting for Christina to get home from work|
I know that I love my son and daughter-in-law. Often when I am in Mexico, I think about them and their two sweet dogs, Foxy and Oscar. I love them all but I am not actively LOVING them. Loving means to be part of their lives. Sharing their hopes and fears. Doing things for them. Washing their dishes.
Loving a place means to be there and sweep the sidewalk. Loving an animal means to feed it and take it for walks. Unfortunately, being human and so limited, we can only be in one place at a time. We are only capable of having one thought in our minds at a time. The rest is unconscious, like a great ocean, constantly shifting and flowing. Within this ocean, we store our love for all the other people, places, animals and things that are not part of our current realities. That doesn't mean that we don't LOVE them. It just means that we aren't actively LOVING them at the moment.
Loving is sometimes harder than just having love because it means that we have to take part in their good, doing whatever we can to make their lives or the place better. We have to PARTICIPATE. And maybe that is what living is all about, participating. Doing what we can to make this a better world.
That is why I keep on writing this blog, even though I am not currently in Mexico. It is an active loving, keeping it alive. Just as I am now actively loving my son and daughter-in-law. When I get back to Mexico, all these memories of the things we did together will be in my unconscious. Different things will float to the surface from time to time to remind me of this summer. The tragedy of losing my son's father will be softened by the love I shared with my son and daughter-in-law. The active loving that is going on between us now. I am so thankful for this time. But Mexico and my life there, including Chico, are still in my heart, waiting to be renewed.