One love leads to another

Christina’s singing bowl at The Healing Tree In Housatonic, MA. It was amazing to stand in and experience

As I was driving home from my Sunday morning yoga class I started thinking about the month I spent with my nephew in May, one week in South Bend WA and three weeks quite unexpectedly in Homer AK.

I began to experience the feeling of loving him. It surprised me. Loving him didn’t surprise me but the actual experience of love did.

I thought, it can’t just be him and I added family members, one by one (there are a lot of us), and found love with each of them. I must admit that there were a few animals in that love fest too.

I remember a time when I felt like I did not know how to love. I thought that something was wrong with me, as I saw that people around me didn’t seem to have the same problem.

When I was 19 I learned to meditate. I knew love existed. I listened to people, opened my heart, and felt what they were saying.

I feel fortunate to feel the call of my soul to reunite , even in the times separation brings me pain. My need to know love is deep and original, as I believe it is for all human beings.

Being in the presence of someone experiencing true love is… humbling, enlightening, a mirror , eternal, inspiring, and a reminder. It shakes and vibrates my soul to come awake, be self aware and know that I too am love.

The experience of coming back and coming back and coming back (through daily practice, thank you, teacher) to home seems to have worn a path, a path that glows and shines and glitters.

I have/am love and love still surprises me.