Love In Abundance

In the cool softness of winter, I celebrate the day of love at home, with the sight of my cats curled up in the daylight. I can hear the slushing of ice beneath the cars whizzing by, the humming of the fridge, and the deeper tones beneath the city.

It was a complicated start to the day. I fumbled around in my mind and heart about what direction I should take: go out for the quintessential coffee morning, read a book, aimlessly stroll through the streets—or not. It sounds like a clear and easy choice—and it is—until I gave space for what no would mean for me.

As I write this, I am going through welfare, and technically, homelessness. These are realities I had never hoped for myself. As you can imagine, there is a fair bit to unpack about this circumstance. All of it is about how much I’ve grown—in love with my Self. There are so many challenges in our shared lives, no matter how indifferent society can play us out to be. And in a sense, this too is a style of abundance, albeit unjustly so.

For a long time, my focus was overcome by challenge—seasons of suffering in extreme sensitivity. I felt so much, sensed so much, thought so much, and did so much. It was painful. And, as often as I was able, I vowed to myself and all that guides me: I would surrender the heaviness I held in groundedness, and open myself to the possibilities of unknown love.

Reflecting on the power of our choices, and releasing attachments to judgment, eases the pathways to the heart—and so too, the channels to other parts of us that make us whole.

On this day of love, I write, I breathe, I pause, I plan, and I congratulate myself.

This day is a meaningful symbol in my life.

It marks a time of transformation that deserves all my self-respect and kindness.

Love is a miracle that opens and shines itself wherever we may be in our lifetimes—guiding us into the wealth of well-being that is unconditionally ours to behold, and become more of, with each and every breath.

Love is abundantly present for us all; the presence itself, of all that was, is, will, could, and should ever be.

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