We are a sentient life form. Most everything living that exists on our Earth is sensitive to it's environment and the love or lack thereof in it's existence. The interconnection of us all is one of our greatest powers. WE have the capacity to literally sprout something once dying, dry or neglected to a thriving existence full of promise, joy, hope, courage, love and energy to go on. We as individuals have the abiltiy to communicate through touch, speech, music, art, behavior, thought, intention/prayer and even in silence we can communicate profoundly.
This brings me to the Gifts of these last few months. Though I have always known the power of real love, I now have the humble privelege to experience it from a whole different level. I trust that this will change, ebb and flow each and every day of my life as it has proven to do thus far. Today is different from yesterday and tomorrow will undoubtedly be different from today. It is the gift and privelege of having someone mirror love back to you in such a way that is almost unbelievable to take in that I speak of at this moment. So often in life things take place that leave us questioning. Someone does something hurtful and intentionally mean and it blindsides us. We are left feeling wounded, confused and in a emotional state of "concussion". We have the questions . Why did this happen? Did I bring this on? How can someone do that? Don't they know I genuinely care? Do they think I was trying to harm them? Why didn't they leave me be? The questions that can run through are plentiful in the quest to understand the feelings left after someone has hurt us. Sometimes it is circumstances that are hurting us. Sometimes it is cirumstance coupled with human behavior, heart break, mourning ,betrayal. Whatever the pain. Pain leaves us asking why.
Through these times, we can often miss what others are very much taking in and observing. It is during those times where Love appears as a seed. Someone plants that seed. They are your advocate or your are theirs and you find a sense of relief, calm and warmth within a safe and courteous space. You find joy, friendship, meaningful conversation. You find a gesture, team player, ally. You find one of your own.
To find those treasures who will forever remain in your treasure chest, the warriors wthin your army, the family you get to choose. That is a whole other sort of love. It is a tremendously powerful love. It is the person who pulls out another out of a flaming building risking their own well being, it is those who remember you once made a bad day go all the way right. This has an effect that remains imprinted in us forevermore.
In essence of this topic. I thought of the friends and people I know who opened up and blossomed through an act of love or a change in the way the presence of love is in their life. The once heartbroken for years friend, settled with the love of her life. I used to see a drink in her hand in almost every photo posted. Now I see a baby and her lovers hand. The person I used to see who couldn't leave the bag of cookies down without finishing them, now is running/walking with the love of their life puppy. The once heroine addict is now finding love and solace in the high they get from the woman who once cared for them at rehab who he now calls wife. We all have one of more pieces that complete us in someone or something. It is our human right and makeup to know this vulnerabitly and free fall into it when it's found. What a beautiful and sacred gift.
It brought me such joy this last summer to have the Hummingbird choose a branch outside my window in which to nest and then raise her two babies. She would come to greet me each and every day. She and I had a bond and understanding. We loved each other and were now not only friends, but family. She watched and circled from above as I informed the gardners of the eggs in the nest. She knew I had asked them to be careful. She watched as I visited them when they hatched and undestood that I loved them. She, on the day they took flight came and fed them, flew up to me and waited. She was trying to communicate. The minute I went out she tweeted. The first bird flew out and knocked into the window. She watched as I picked the baby bird up and spoke to it. Then it flew away. The other followed. Momma then came right up to me for one last time hovering right before my face before she cleaned out the nest of feathers and shells and flew off for good. I am sure she undestood that she was my ally just as much as I was hers, only in a different way.
Peace and love to those you choose, those who choose you and those you are born into.
This brings me to the Gifts of these last few months. Though I have always known the power of real love, I now have the humble privelege to experience it from a whole different level. I trust that this will change, ebb and flow each and every day of my life as it has proven to do thus far. Today is different from yesterday and tomorrow will undoubtedly be different from today. It is the gift and privelege of having someone mirror love back to you in such a way that is almost unbelievable to take in that I speak of at this moment. So often in life things take place that leave us questioning. Someone does something hurtful and intentionally mean and it blindsides us. We are left feeling wounded, confused and in a emotional state of "concussion". We have the questions . Why did this happen? Did I bring this on? How can someone do that? Don't they know I genuinely care? Do they think I was trying to harm them? Why didn't they leave me be? The questions that can run through are plentiful in the quest to understand the feelings left after someone has hurt us. Sometimes it is circumstances that are hurting us. Sometimes it is cirumstance coupled with human behavior, heart break, mourning ,betrayal. Whatever the pain. Pain leaves us asking why.
Through these times, we can often miss what others are very much taking in and observing. It is during those times where Love appears as a seed. Someone plants that seed. They are your advocate or your are theirs and you find a sense of relief, calm and warmth within a safe and courteous space. You find joy, friendship, meaningful conversation. You find a gesture, team player, ally. You find one of your own.
To find those treasures who will forever remain in your treasure chest, the warriors wthin your army, the family you get to choose. That is a whole other sort of love. It is a tremendously powerful love. It is the person who pulls out another out of a flaming building risking their own well being, it is those who remember you once made a bad day go all the way right. This has an effect that remains imprinted in us forevermore.
In essence of this topic. I thought of the friends and people I know who opened up and blossomed through an act of love or a change in the way the presence of love is in their life. The once heartbroken for years friend, settled with the love of her life. I used to see a drink in her hand in almost every photo posted. Now I see a baby and her lovers hand. The person I used to see who couldn't leave the bag of cookies down without finishing them, now is running/walking with the love of their life puppy. The once heroine addict is now finding love and solace in the high they get from the woman who once cared for them at rehab who he now calls wife. We all have one of more pieces that complete us in someone or something. It is our human right and makeup to know this vulnerabitly and free fall into it when it's found. What a beautiful and sacred gift.
It brought me such joy this last summer to have the Hummingbird choose a branch outside my window in which to nest and then raise her two babies. She would come to greet me each and every day. She and I had a bond and understanding. We loved each other and were now not only friends, but family. She watched and circled from above as I informed the gardners of the eggs in the nest. She knew I had asked them to be careful. She watched as I visited them when they hatched and undestood that I loved them. She, on the day they took flight came and fed them, flew up to me and waited. She was trying to communicate. The minute I went out she tweeted. The first bird flew out and knocked into the window. She watched as I picked the baby bird up and spoke to it. Then it flew away. The other followed. Momma then came right up to me for one last time hovering right before my face before she cleaned out the nest of feathers and shells and flew off for good. I am sure she undestood that she was my ally just as much as I was hers, only in a different way.
Peace and love to those you choose, those who choose you and those you are born into.
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