Who We Really Are

"Love is who we really are." A soul-provoking word from Richard Rohr this morning. Even as I begin to learn that I need to take myself less seriously, the suggestion arrives that while the story includes me, it is not about me.
The route toward a more grounded, secure me is one of freedom. Not the freedom characterized by license or contrasted to constraint, but freedom informed and fueled by love. The best definition one could provide for the responsibility of being free is love.
The inclusion of my very identity in what I have heretofore considered a directive for my will—that of loving, love, lover—gives pause. Something resonates, though I'm not sure I yet understand what or how. Of this much I do know, that I have been given a gift this morning.