“I wanna love ya, I wanna love and treat ya -
Love and treat ya right,”
sang the seventy year-old man in the stained suit. He belted out the Bob to those of us standing this soggy Saturday in the 42nd Street station. Watching him hold his headphones, singing & dancing up a storm, the other platform peeps & I couldn’t stop smiling or singing along. As this wasn’t my usual stop, there was no doubt in my mind that all the train trouble had brought me there, just then, to hear him.
I spent the day at an Intimacy workshop ran by Michael, my talented therapist & Intimacy “expert” (in my humble opinion). The 10 of us there today worked through our assorted issues around getting close by getting real. We laughed, we cried but most of all we grew comfortable with expressing our
F -uck
E-verything
A -nd
R-un
& our deep, deep desires for love (no acronym needed). Many of us (including me) had lingering doubt about deserving the love we so want/need/aspire to have. Knowing it intellectually & feeling it in action don’t always go hand in hand.
My two take-aways, (aside from re-affirmation that Michael is magnet for magnificent human beings) were this:
- Just as we were wounded in relationship, we must heal in relationship. In other words, you can only get so sorted solo.
- Authentic communication can happen even if you’re really, really afraid. & starting by saying just that, “I’m feeling scared to say …” you are leaping towards love.
The day ended with each of us sharing our “growing edge” otherwise known as the next slightly-uncomfy place we know we have to head from here. For me that was blogging away & continuing to “just say no” to the crumbs o’ love, no matter how tempting a little sample might seem.
Back on the platform, the performer sang on,
“I wanna love ya, I wanna love and treat ya -
Love and treat ya right.
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i - I’m willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table!”
To which I sing back bodly,
“Wo-o-o-oah! oh yes, I know; yes, I know - yes, I know now!
Yes, I know; yes, I know - yes, I know now,”
that I don’t deserve to hear anything less that that.
Thanks to N, B, G, A, K, K,P, K & especially to you, Michael. Keep doing that thing you do!
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