All beings share the fear of lack. I believe it is built into our primal natures. As women, we need to secure enough food to fuel ourselves and feed our babies. As men, it is our duty to provide for our families. As children, we must learn to push our siblings aside and claim our rightful portion, lest all the ice cream disappear.
This fear takes hold of us deep into our tissues and bones, and can become incapicating if we don't learn to laugh it off for what it is. Our success is not dependent on the failure of another. Our failure is not a result of another's success. It is only through sharing our gifts that we can further develop them. Too often, fear sustains us, and we mistake it for a friend. Fear tells us to stockpile our resources, to save for a rainy day, to not give away that which is rightfully ours. In fear we stand in the false security of self assurance. In fear, we are certain that we have enough, until we realize with a start that we may need more. We become guardian of the food dish, master of the watering hole.
Love encourages us to step out of that primal mode. It asks us to recognize that someone may smell chocolate chip cookies on the wind of our spirit. It expects us to share with them. Love reminds us of our human nature, while reassuring us of our divinity. It asks us to see God's face in the mirror, and in the other faces reflecting back from the watering hole. Love is never lacking, and lacking is not loving. Love doesn't ever ask us to ignore our own needs, but to attend to them with compassion; so that that we can share that compassion with others. In love, there is always enough...we are always enough.