The "I" in "I Love You"

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Who is the ‘I’ in ‘I love you’?

This profound question made me stop in my tracks! I mean we say ‘I love you’ many times in our lives, even in a week, and never stop to think about the “Who” that is saying it.

When I say the words ‘I love you’, I am usually caught up in thinking about the other person, or maybe my feelings in the moment for the other person. But I am hardly ever thinking consciously about who I am when I say it.

And yet, that would be important for sure!

The question “Who am I?”

This is a question many people spend their lives trying to answer. It’s a question many contemplate when they are in meditation. Sometimes, its a question we ask ourselves in desperation, when everything in our lives is a mess.

But this is the first time I have asked myself the question ‘Who am I’ as I say to someone “I love you”.

I love you.... I, the person I am right now, right here, loves you. That sounds so much more powerful in my head.

It also brings me to an important point. Maybe, in order to really love someone else, we need to know who we are? Or at least have some idea. I don’t profess to have myself all figured out, by any means, but at least I have a sense of myself. I feel integrated for the most part, my mind, my heart, my body. I feel that I act with congruence, most of the time.

Our society that has built itself up on the importance of image, is at a disadvantage here, in the realms of love. If we have built ourselves up as an image only, dissociated from our feelings or our body, we cannot speak about the “I” on this deeper level. We would have no idea who we really were, underneath the mask we had created.

We have only to scratch the surface of our over-medicated, highly stressed out, insomniac population to see that most of us could never truly say “I love you” with any sort of true meaning. We have lost a sense of ourselves, and so, we have lost our sense of how to love another.

As I contemplate this idea, I am sad. I grieve for this loss of connection so prevalent in our culture today. Coming home to ourselves may be the most important work we do in your entire life.

If you could honestly say, just once, “I love you” from your heart, and know both the “I” that was speaking, and see the “You”for  whom you are professing your love clearly, then life would have meaning.

My own heart can feel the truth of this, and it makes me even more passionate about helping people come to know themselves intimately. I want to hear these words spoken often, “I love you”, in ways that open ourselves to the connection for which, I believe, we are all longing.

Knowing ourself intimately is a process, an unfolding. It happens over time, and often requires the help of a guide or mentor along the way. Someone to hold our hand, as we meet the darker parts of ourself, and someone to celebrate with us, as we come to know our secret joys and pleasures.

I would be honoured to speak with you about your personal process of unfoldment. Where are you stuck? Where are you afraid? Where are the places and feelings you are desperate to share but don’t know how?

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Who is the “I” that is waiting to be known?

In anticipation