I’m searching for the key to open the love-net that shrouds my life. Strands and webs bind and cling where ever they touch.
To realise the net exists is one thing. Acknowledging its entangling cords creates a breathing space, like the drawing of a curtain, the hint of a way out, an exit from cloying confusion.
The net contains and restricts, yet doesn’t cover me completely. My horizons and the ordinary lives of those around me are seen in snatches of clarity, bounded by the regular squares, tantalising in their possibilities, yet beyond the reach of my netted life.
I made the net myself
To admit that I made the net myself is quite another thing. I wove it with love and compassion, blended with a good measure of duty. It was a practical response to the physical and emotional needs for care and support in a beautiful adult daughter with debilitating Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue (ME/CFS).
It has become an entrapment. I’m blindsided by the rigid restriction.
If I rant and struggle, the net pulls tighter. How could something that began in love become so restrictive, so unyielding, so implacable? I am frozen in shock at the extent to which I am stuck and bonded.
I am searching for the key
But I’m searching, searching for the key.
There’s a remarkable sculpture of a man draped in a marble fishing net in the bizarre and beautiful Sansevero Chapel in the historic district of Naples. Titled Disilussione, (Disilusionment) it was created in the 18th century by Francesco Queirolo for the eccentric and controversial Raimondo di Sangro.
The work is a tribute to Sangro’s father who embarked on a life of excess following the death in childbirth of Raimondo’s mother. In later years, the father returned home and lived the simple life of a priest.
A winged angel, representing the intellect, is shown releasing the father from the meaninglessness of his profligate life (the net).
The sculpture provokes wonder and insight
The sculpture provokes wonder and insight. How did the artist sculpt the marble to create such beauty, such delicate strands, revealing tantalising glimpses of the body trapped in unyielding stone?
How can I find my way out of my beautiful yet binding love-net? Can my intellect help me break free? Do I need an angel?
Unconditonal love is the key
I searched and searched for release. I journalled. I meditated. I journalled again. Finally, I wrote: To practise unconditional love, but not get walked on and trapped in it – that’s the key!
Easier said than done, as many mothers I know report. I want to support my daughter; help her heal and recover. How do I do this in my mid-60’s with an aging body, decreasing energy and no end to the need in sight?
Finally, another revelation: I need unconditional love for self as well as my daughter and everyone else. It’s aspirational. It’s simple. It holds the boundaries that I failed to set. It is freely given. It releases and empowers both the giver and the recipient.
I regret that I didn’t know unconditional love as a child. My parents’ love was filtered through a set of religious rules and legalistic expectations. I began to understand it with the birth of my daughters and I am still learning to embody unconditional self-love.
At least now I understand how to use it as the key to open the love-net.
Footnote: There are other marvellously beautiful and shocking works in the Sansevero Chapel. Put it on your bucket list for next time you are in Naples. https://www.thevintagenews.com/2019/02/23/capella-sansevero/
2 thoughts on “Understanding Unconditional Love”
Beautiful piece of writing. I think one of life’s most important teachings is to learn what unconditional love means and to practise it. No religious scriptures can truly teach this. Only by opening our hearts and letting go of our egos can we take those first steps. Thanks for reading my first Illustrator Interrupted post Renee. Your daughter is often in my thoughts Xx
Thank you, Amanda. Ah yes…conditional love for self and others…such a lesson. It’s taking me a lifetime to learn it! Thanks for reaching out and for your thoughts. Caitlin is doing a little better lately. I am grateful for all you share. Take care of you.