Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us. Williamson, Marianne
I thought I would share this again tonight, partly because Michelle forces me to read it everyday now, and not to stop believing in love and miracles. I hope it finds a place in your life as well. If we hold on to hope, then all is not lost. If we are true to ourselves, and how we feel, when we share those feelings…then a door opens. It at least allows for the truth to come through.
Sometimes what we think might be happening, isn’t really happening at all. When communication stops, doubt sets in, if you fail to voice those doubts, fear wins. It takes over, and you end up stuck in the same mundane routine you have always hated so dearly.
I think over the last few days, the reflection I’ve had in to my own heart has been amazing. I can truly, and honestly, love beyond judgement, doubt, and fear itself. That is beautiful. When love replaces hatred, or fear…you just simply retreat and go silent. You ground yourself and remember who you are, and what you so desperately held on to so fiercely. And why you held on in the first place.
I’ve seen a lot of quotes, pictures, and heard a lot of lyrics the last few days on threads. The above image was on Facebook today. The threads we unravel, how if we keep it tight and hold on, then we will not lose what we are so desperately trying to tuck away in to ourselves. The threads that are created through destiny, and hope, and fate. The threads that connect the fact that “Everything does happen for a reason”. And the threads that I hold on to so tightly so they don’t unravel completely and leave me empty handed. More importantly, with an empty, fearful, and hateful heart.
I will hold on to that thread until it causes my hands to bleed, because I believe. I believe in the power of love, and the magic of this peculiar world we share. I believe in unconditional, non-judgemental, and honest love. I found that in myself, and now I can see it in others.