The feeling of love: at first (as a child), it was a never-ending reaching out for love. I ran after my mother:
LOVE ME, LOVE ME, I WILL DO ANYTHING, EVERYTHING…
There was no pacing of that love.
Then later came the severe suppression: withdrawing, distant, turned inward; frozen, not moving.
And then, with healing, came the opening: only at times, on a few occasions, I sent “too much” love, too much emotion, more than the other person can absorb or feel comfortable with.
But I didn’t know that.
Didn’t know how to pace it.
I guess it’s the middle way, that which is between Nothing at all AND Everything all at once.
Anita