What is the covenant and what is the ark? Is it simply an agreement made with the heart?

In the gap

between this task and another

and this thought

and the next one

and the concern I have for this

and that other thing

which might occur

and all of this mental weight

and the physical burden

the sheer enormity

of stuff

to do

Is there any space for love?

And is loving a thing that waits for the right moment

and then it squeezes in?

or is it a precious possession

that we carry

through fire

and flood

keep it above our heads

and in our hearts

keep it safe

like some lost ark

so that no matter what

we always have the space

to take it out and breathe it in

spread it carefully

let it grow

and then tuck it away

and carry it safely onward again

*Are you an “I don’t have time for that bullshit, I don’t have time to be thoughtful and kind, I am too busy. Only hippies and unemployed people have time for that. I wish I had time for the soppy stuff, I have to work.”

Or do you carry love with you as a priority? Do you breathe it in even when you “don’t have the time.”

Do you make time and space for love as a priority?

I once had the selfish thought when my Mother was very sick, and so was my Father, and in between taking him to the hospital, and dropping things up to her hospital room and speaking with nursing staff about both of them, and running my children to school and listening to what was important to them and prepping for a meeting and arriving at a meeting looking professional and not mentioning all that other messy human stuff that I had just left behind, or the fact that I had just been told dreadful news and had significant emotional decisions to make – and instead, smiling (because that is what women are trained to do).

What was that selfish thought I had? Oh that I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t have time to feel all the things and do all the things and be all the things. I just couldn’t.

But also, I didn’t have time to indulge in a lot of emotional thinking. So I stuffed it all back down and carried on.

Nothing is as hard as emotional work. Hard physical labour is never as hard as emotional labour. And so often it is the women that have to carry the emotional labour bundle. That precious bundle of love. We carry it above our heads and wade through crap. We carry it in our hearts and keep it safe. We rock it and we walk the floor with it foremost in our minds. And I am over-generalising I know and probably irritating someone who is a male with my over-generalising. But that little fact is backed up by statistics that overwhelmingly depict women as carrying the emotional labour, and I have personally found it to be the case.

I am not asking for it to be any other way, in most instances it simply can’t be any other way. I am simply acknowledging it.

It is also a choice, one that I would make again and again to carry. As much as it is hard. It also pays us back in terms of the people who choose to stand closer to us because we give off warmth. And in the end, that bundle cannot stay contained, and it spreads through all of our being and permeates every task that we carry out. We become love, if we let ourselves be led by it.

This morning I was walking my sons dog Hogan. Hogan had some bee in his bumfluff and was travelling fast and low to the ground. A man stopped beside me in a car, and with a grin stated the obvious “he is dragging you.”

I was puffing as Hogan had set off again at a clip

“No, he is encouraging me to greater fitness” I tossed over my shoulder. I heard the roar of laughter and the car sped past me leaving petrol fumes in its wake.

I liked my response. It made me feel better about breaking into a jog and at times outright sprints during what was supposed to be a leisurely walk.

But nobody told Hogan that and he had the energy to burn. Mine and his.

Eventually Hogan calmed down to a dog trot and I along with him. I quite like dog trot pace – it’s fast enough to get my heart rate up but slow enough to be nearly as enjoyable as walking. My cardio is greatly improved because of my trots behind the strong dog. Is he dragging me? Or is he encouraging me to greater fitness?

The latter idea sits a little easier on me.

When love is difficult it encourages us to greater fitness.

It’s purely a difference in thought – but it makes a difference to how I feel. Next time I’m being dragged at a pace I am not comfortable with by a temporary hardship in life, perhaps I’ll remember this and stop resisting, pick up the pace, and encourage myself to a little higher spiritual fitness.

18 thoughts on “What is the covenant and what is the ark? Is it simply an agreement made with the heart?

  1. Your reflections resonate with me. I also went through a period in life when “I didn’t have time to indulge in a lot of emotional thinking. So I stuffed it all back down and carried on.”

  2. love is precious, love is kind, is found almost anywhere; I have felt unfathomable love over the last ten days in the darkest of places; love lives !

  3. You hit a home run, as always, my friend. I’m smiling (not a fake, I have to carry-the -emotion -and just- deal- with- it), but an authentic smile! Emotional love~the space it takes~between the ark and the covenant (brilliant parallel). I found out without love living in every space my life was meaningless~in any job~as administrator to whom the “buck stopped with me” to the campground cleaner. Without love, there was no space to breathe. I suffocated! I giggled and squealed at your response! Of course your furry love is taking you on a perfect journey of good health! There’s no dragging at all! Several former teachers and friends still use this expression I’d say when others made my bumfluff tired~”oh well, my skills are being sharpened!” I adore you my friend. You’re an amazing writer and human! Much love!💚🐾X

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