When I was a child, my grandmother died and was buried in the churchyard in Castlecomer, Ireland. The following year I went there on holiday. One day we drove to visit relatives, I in the back seat with my grandfather. As we pass the graveled driveway leading up to the churchyard, my grandfather, thinking he was unobserved, pressed his face against the window of the car and with a small, hidden motion of his hand, waved. It was then I came to my first understanding of the majesty and vulnerability of love.
A good teacher can never be fixed in a routine... each moment requires a sensitive mind that is constantly changing and constantly adapting. A teacher must never impose this student to fit his favourite pattern; a good teacher functions as a pointer, exposing his student's vulnerability (and) causing him to explore both internally and finally integrating himself with his being. Martial art should not be passed out indiscriminately.
The tendency in our spiritual life but also our more general attitude toward love is that our feelings are all that is going on. And so to us the totality of love is what we feel. But to really love someone requires commitment, fidelity and vulnerability. Mother Teresa wasn't "feeling" Christ's love, and she could have shut down. But she was up at 4:30 every morning for Jesus, and still writing to him, "Your happiness is all I want."
The trip was about being vulnerable, but not afraid; about opening himself up like a tin can and exposing his guts to the wind and the sky, and somehow finding a way to go beyond his limits. If he could do that, salvation was his. This, he didn't have to remember. Working on salvation - each creature must do that on his own. No preacher could tell you how. No friend could ease the way. No one but you, yourself, could make peace that would last for eternity.
...being a good actor is the exact emotional opposite of what it takes to be a successful inmate. Rather than close off all feeling and look tough, you have to open your vulnerable self up, and withstand often cruel laughter as you try to find some authentic emotion within you. In this way, a Level IV, high-security prison is no different from high school.
As earthly creatures continually subject to relative disappointment, pain, and loss, we cannot avoid feeling vulnerable. Yet as an open channel through which great love enters this world, the human heart remains invincible. Being wholly and genuinely human means standing firmly planted in both dimensions, celebrating that we are both vulnerable and indestructible at the same time. Here at this crossroads where yes and no, limitless love and human limitation, intersect, we discover the essential human calling: progressively unveiling the sun in our heart, that it may embrace the whole of ourselves and the whole of creation within the sprere of its radiant warmth.
Source: Perfect Love, Imperfect Relationships: Healing the Wound of the Heart, Pages: 56
It can feel humiliating, in our culture of "self-love," to be ravaged with desire for another.
But what feels so impossible is that it simply hurts. The cells cry. The sex aches. The heart does indeed break. Split to the core, you are bleeding and bare, and you cannot comprehend.
The mind freezes to find an answer that will make...it...stop..."I deserve better." "It's time to move on." "I must learn to love myself."
The spirit life is truncated just there, with the mind's easy solutions. The mind's coveted prize to become a reasonable, well-adjusted person who will not embarrass herself one more time - who will, in the future and for all time, steer clear of inchoate, self-confounding intensity.
Source: Janna Wissler in "The Marriage of Sex and Spirit"