Print 🖨 PDF 📄 eBook 📱Never did I realise commitment could be freeing. I had always thought it felt heavy and binding, but binding in a capping kind of way. Recently, my partner of 10 years asked me to marry him. I was absolutely gobsmacked; I didn’t see it coming at all. When he first asked, I felt I didn’t have a clear answer, I just felt a sea of ‘gob-smackedness’. I also realised that this wasn’t a decision to labour over, it was either true for us to get married or it wasn’t. After re-gathering a bit of presence, I closed my eyes and stopped to feel this proposal. What I felt was very clear. I felt a grand offering to marry the riches of heaven. It felt like an offering to unite my partner and I in a sacred and seriously grand and rich space. And somewhat to my surprise, it felt so freeing … What? How could committing to someone be freeing? It certainly went against any pre-conceived notions I held about commitment, and that’s just the point. Obviously throughout my life I have been attuned to believing that commitment was an incarcerating, airless kind of thing. As ...