The Place Where Love is Born
Years ago, on a personal retreat in Hawaii, I worked with a shaman in a medicine journey that took me beyond anything I can fully explain. I traveled—somewhere. To a place that felt like home in a way nothing else ever has. A place of pure presence. Pure being. Pure love—not the small, conditional love we often experience here, but the real thing.
The everything and nothing. The infinite. The source.
I felt it. Knew it. Became it. Love so vast and unconditional, it dissolved every story, every wound, every limit I’d ever placed on it. It was endless, abiding, fierce, and free.
And when I came back, I knew: this is where we come from. This is what we’re made of. But let’s be honest—most days, love doesn’t feel like that. Most days, love is hard. It’s messy. Conditional. Tangled in expectations, disappointments, fears, and the relentless weight of the world. Sometimes, love feels impossible.
How do you love in a world that seems built to break you? How do you love when people betray, when systems oppress, when injustice is everywhere? How do you love when you’re exhausted, raw, overwhelmed—when there is so much anger rising?
This Kind of Love Is a Fire
We’ve been taught that love is soft, passive, gentle. But the kind of love that changes things? The kind of love that heals, dismantles, and rebuilds the world? That kind of love is a force.
It’s clear. It’s embodied. It moves through you like fire, like truth, like the thing that cannot be put out.
And if we want to love like that—if we want to live like that—we have to cultivate it. Because the world will do everything it can to distract us, numb us, make us forget. Which is why we go inward.
Finding That Place Inside You
There is a place inside you where love is always whole. Always untouched. Always there. But you have to turn the world off long enough to hear it. Today, I invite you to sit in silence for longer than feels comfortable. No music. No guidance. No phone. Just you and your breath. 20 minutes.
Every day if you can. Longer if you’re ready. Got to love. Let the mind fight you, let the discomfort come, and stay anyway. You are not waiting for peace. You are wading through the noise—the narratives, the fears, the surface-level cravings—until you touch something deeper. Until you arrive.
Because it is there, in the silence, that you remember who you are. It is there that love begins to take its full shape inside of you. And when you step back into the world from that place?
That’s when love becomes activism.
Not the burned-out, screaming-into-the-void kind of activism. Not the kind that leaves you depleted. The kind of activism that transforms. Because nothing—nothing—is more disruptive to this broken system than a person who is fully awake, fully clear, and fully embodied in love.
Dying to Live: The Call to Rise
My friend, Jeanne and I are hosting a retreat May 4-10, 2025 in Farmington, MN. This isn’t just a retreat. It’s a return to yourself. To what’s real. To the kind of love that cannot be shaken.
Take the time. Find the fire. And love—fiercely.
Kate
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