Could-ya-be Could-ya-be, Could-ya-be-loved?

All you Marley fans out there, feel me.
I have been thinking about love lately. How so many of us (including myself) have over-used and under-thought that word. To truly honor someone or yourself for the real raw truth...it is harder than we all think. Fear has a twisted way of making love into something to contain, control, ultimately lose. Could you be loved? Can I be? I think I am becoming more capable of giving and receiving love without any of the conotations with which it used to come. It is like a breaker is being fixed in my circuits and I feel it flowing and connecting when it used to sputter away and not come back. Is being more open akin to a closed circuit? Is the oneness really just another word for love? In two years of giving my energy away to a man who didn't recognize me or reciprocate, I have learned that I didn't know love the way I do now. For myself. I tried. I talked about getting there. But really I just lived under a marine layer of denial because I was afraid to be alone and seeking. I traded love for fear. I want to encourage you and everyone I know to push past this stigma and allow ourselves to know love. It isn't about measuring out portions or comparing relatioships or even about sex. Mostly is isn't about the physical. Have you ever really unconditionally loved someone including yourself? Are you going to try? Can just that moment be enough to sustain your belief in something more...the more...the more...I finally feel a plateau of safety in my own skin. I finally love me. And as cheesey as that sounds, those of you who know me well know that it has been a long road to this place.