Love Isn’t Sexy

I wish that love was sexy.

I wish it was something alluring that drew us in, the way that our anger propels us downward into crypts of despair, places where we get stuck and stew with other aggrieved souls.

I wish that love was desired, lusted for, wanted, and dreamt about every night as well fall into soft delicate slumbers.

But instead, we are called into the wiles of anger, hatred, and fear. All of us – on the left, right, and in-between. Me too sometimes.

We move toward negativity, fighting, upholding our self-righteousness, and confirming our biases at any expense.

We can choose to move through these narrow spaces with expansive love.

Rather than reject our fear and anger, and whatever other so-called negative feelings come up for us, we can fully feel them as we seek understanding, reconnection, and deep love. There is an ever-present precious tension that draws us back and forth, and this is how we learn and grow.

But love isn’t sexy. It doesn’t sell campaigns and win our multi-level fights for social justice. It isn’t foregrounded in our collective imaginings and actions.

If love isn’t sexy, what is it?

Love is our connection to the earth and each other.

Love is what we deeply need when the petals of oppression fall away.

Love inspires our most beautiful presence.Love provokes bewildering transformation and flourishing.

Love is everything.