12/01/2026
FINDING THE EDGES OF CAPACITY IN OPEN RELATING
I am learning my capacity right now.
My heart is full, alive with different frequencies of love, and my ability to offer quality relating has reached its current stretch.
I can feel it.
I see relating as something that moves in phases and chapters.
It is alive, responsive, changing with time and with me.
In some seasons we have more space for connection, and in others, less. And depending on what those connections are, we need to know how much time and space they require to be nourished and held to the standard of love and relating we decide is ours.
In my intimate field right now, there are two deep connections, one new love and one playful. Each nourishes me in very different ways, and together they complement one another beautifully.
What I notice in myself is that I am fully and happily me.
I feel secure, connected, and rooted in myself.
I am not questioning whether there is enough.
I have time and space for myself, and I have the right distance and closeness within my relationships.
Nothing feels rushed or strained.
All feels well.
The other day, while driving home, I could really feel my heart, beaming with all these frequencies of love. Open, wide, cracking, stretching, breathing, truly wild. It felt like a muscle being worked, strong and alive. Not overwhelmed, but exercised, alive to its own capacity. And it truly felt like enough, like I had tested the parameters and found the edge.
It is not so often you feel so many varieties of love moving through one heart.
Over the past few months, I have noticed a deep sense of fullness, in awe of my connections and the love growing. In December, I really felt the call of my capacity. Some smaller connections gently closed, and I chose to no longer actively seek. I had not been for a while, but now I knew, clearly.
I had a conversation with a lover recently about openness, about the smorgasbord of connection that can appear, especially in the beginning when opportunity feels endless. It can be intoxicating, even addictive, to reach and be reached for by so much possibility. But over time, what remains is alignment.