
Blog 2475 – 08.04.2022
Mutual Attraction
Some say “Opposites Attract” and others that we are drawn to someone who possesses the missing ingredient that we lack in our lives. I happen to believe that we are not magnets nor missing anything but that we are holy and whole always. We are attracted to those who best mirror and admire what they see in us, a reflection of themselves.
So many ill-conceived and doomed relationships are begun with one or both having a romantic image in their minds that they would with great effort turn the other or themselves into. That is not love ladies and gentlemen that is the Marine Corp trying to build a few good men. Love is more like Archimedes shouting “Eureka, eureka (I have found it.)
What was it about him or her, that something special that made you sure that you had finally found it, the thing you had long been searching for and would never be happy without? It was you. Are we all just narcissists looking to find our own reflection? I have shared many times how one of my favorite self-help authors, the late Louise Hay, in her prolific writings found countless ways to say over and over that she believed the root of all our problems was a lack of love for ourselves. Someone has said that every act is either an act of love or a cry for love.
A phrase from the First Intention For A Better World comes to mind when I think of mutual attraction: “I see life in all things and honor it as if it were my own.” When I was a young man I heard a black congregation sing a beautiful spiritual written ironically to the tune of Stephen Foster’s “Ole Black Joe.” The hauntingly beautiful chorus begins, “I love him, I love him, because he first loved me…” It was love at first sight.
It is not so remarkable that those we love the most and are the most attracted to have seen something of themselves to love in us and we in them – Like attracts like.
Your friend and fellow traveler,
David White
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