It felt so good. Not contrived or forced or like one of those things you think you should do but you don't actually do. It taught me a little bit about healing. Maybe we have to want it for the other person as much as we want it for ourselves.
All art is a labor of love and maybe the art of healing requires the same kind of commitment. I can't make other people love me until I'm whole, but I can try and love them into wholeness. Maybe someone, somewhere is doing that for me, too.
(Maybe loving yourself is also something like that. It has to be a love that isn't so dependent on you and what you want and what you do. It will always be too much, it won't ever be enough. Maybe you have to just keep sending love out into the Universe and it will keep coming back to you -- warmer and more inclusive because of all the love everyone else is sending you.)