I was sitting in a practitioner training when the question was asked. And I remember the moment with startling clarity.
What makes you unlovable?
There was no place to hide. No clever way to reframe it. The question got straight to the heart of it. Still and simple — yet aching with something much deeper.
Inside the question is a daring assumption:
That somewhere, whether hidden or glaringly loud, you might believe that there is something that makes you unlovable.
And so — what is it? What is the thing you believe disqualifies you from love?
What came up for me wasn’t a new story. It was an old, familiar one. A well-worn narrative the ego crafted long ago — for safety, for distance, for control. I won’t go into the specifics, because the content of the story isn’t the point.
What mattered was just this:
There was a story.
That moment cracked something open in me. I saw, maybe for the first time with such clarity, how deeply I had come to believe that love is something earned.
When really love is what we are. It is the very fabric of our being. Not in a vague, cliche way. But in the realest, deepest sense.
And lately, I can feel that truth is beginning to touch places in me that used to stay hidden. It feels tender, and it feels like such a relief.
And for that, I am grateful.
Reflecting on this experience, I am offering a meditation, a gentle reminder, and a radical remembering:
You don’t need to become lovable. You already are Love.
May this truth meet you, exactly as you are. And may you let it.
If this note resonates with you, I’d love to hear more. Just get in touch.
With love,
Mujo