If embodied love is our natural state, then the real question becomes simple (and confronting) at the same time. What blocks it? What kinks the hose of this divine flow? Because Source love is not scarce. It is not earned. It is not something we summon or generate. It is already here, saturating the field, moving through everything. The illusion has never been that love is missing. The illusion is that we are separate from it. This is the game we are in. A game of remember

There is a place I know intimately. A terrain I have walked for most of my life without realizing it had a name. It is the land of being composed. Of being capable. Of being the one who keeps moving forward no matter what is happening underneath. I come from Swiss German ancestral lines where stoicism was not just a personality trait, but a survival strategy. Feelings were handled quietly, privately, or not at all. Strength meant endurance. Love meant not burdening others wi