It does, really.  And that’s the human part.  Our bodies were part of another person’s body, so when we are pulled from mom’s womb, there is discomfort.  We are taken from the soft warm cushioned life-pod and YIPES!  We need to breathe and the air touches our skin and relationships now happen in real time instead of dream time.

And for some of us, that was the lastof the good days.  HA.  I’m kidding.

Love is the womb and the illusion of our separation from the Divine is the pain.  It is replayed with each time we try to talk about love, touch love, sing love, dance love.  We are humans and love then gets tangled in the body, brain, ideas, lies, manipulation and betrayal–all because we’re trying to love ourselves in a twisted back-ward way.

Human love is really really a hard concept.  What with the body in the way.  But what if having this silly piece of protoplasm around my soaring spirit was the BEST IDEA EVER?!?!?

HA!  So here I am in the universe–one of the LUCKY FEW who get to be human, to see your brilliant blue eyes in your sun-blest face, to hear about the teenage-mom heartache, to wander through grief–all facets of love.

Lucky for sure.