I’ve been thinking lately about what love looks like when there’s no body there to love. Is it still the same flavour of love when there’s no skin-covered manifestation to receive it?
I don’t think this is so morbid or noir. For me, this musing actually aligns with expansiveness and freedom. To love beyond the body is to love the essence, the spirit and divinity that is the truth inside each one of us fleshy humans.
We miss bodies, that’s for certain. When people die or leave or walk away, their physical presence or lack thereof is palpable in the deepest corners of the heart. We’re humans. We have bodies. We get around, we chat, we hug and kiss and eat and tickle, and none of this would be possible in the same way without two feet and a heartbeat.
But love can still exist even after the body up and leaves.
It can exist in so many ways. It can be a longing or a pain, something unrequited and maybe heartbreaking. It can also be like a secret friend or a cloud of light that’s always there to envelop us. Love, it can redirect and instead of being sent into a body in can move up and out, toward the spirit of the person whose body is gone. It’s a different kind of communion. It’s direct connection.
What does it mean to directly connect? It’s a vague turn of phrase and requires a stripping away that most of us have yet to practice. It’s subtlety makes it seem unreal and magical. To directly connect - it’s a lofty ideal. Or is it?
I talk to myself a lot but not because I feel like I’m talking to myself. I figure at most points during the day, I’m bathed in the spirits of others who are here and now or here and passed. I’m not sure the exact science or logic behind this. It comes from a feeling deep inside. It comes from exploration and trust and from experience.
I, you, me, we - all the time throughout everyday, we’re connecting. When the answer floats into your heart, when you pick up the phone to call your friend only to discover they too were calling you, when you dream it before it happens. There is so much beyond the body and if we clear space, if we take off the lid, the universe and all its love will come pouring in. We all must practice diving deeply inside ourselves to truly learn that this world, this life, it’s just so much bigger than anything we could ever touch.
I’ve learned to love people who don’t have bodies. Or rather, I’ve learned that love doesn’t need to dissipate when the spirit leaves the flesh. Love is really rather boundless. Of course, bodies are nice. Bodies bring love into 3D. But love can still thrive, communication can still exist, long after the body falls away. Love, life, light - it’s bigger than these bones we inhabit. Love doesn’t need to end when the body slips away.