The Force of Love
I went for a little walk around the complex yesterday when I checked the mail. I searched for any new additions to the painted rocks scattered along the landscaped paths, but there were none. I didn’t venture out today because the air quality was unhealthy. I even felt hot when I watered the plants on the balcony tonight, usually, it feels like spring to me here compared to the Louisiana heat I’m used to.
I don’t have much to write about today. My site is still glitching on some things, so I will have to contact the theme’s support to help me fix it. I want to find a computer course that will teach me some basic coding so that I can figure things out on my own too. Add it to the list of the things I’d like to learn and do, ha.
I’m drinking some apple cinnamon tea right now, it has me dreaming of autumn leaves, the first cold snap and plaid skirts with cardigans and knee socks on the first day at school. Then my mind rushes through pumpkins straight on to snow, candy canes, and Christmas. The years pass ever more quickly, just as these days are all jumbled and merged together since March, it’s been like all one loooong day that was actually months. And it’s getting more surreal as we go. I almost don’t want to read the news anymore, but that would be irresponsible during these rapidly changing times. I read and try to be not afraid and focus on what I have control over and let the rest go while sending love out to all of those in pain, fear, and who are struggling.
It’s in times like these it helps to have some inner connection to spirit, to believe in a more all-encompassing loving force…that there is more to us than meets the eye, that our energy, consciousness, and spirit lives on after we’ve shed these bodies. To be open to the fact that we can’t and don’t know everything. To believe that we are all here working together in some unseen way that’s propelling us towards something greater in the vast unknown in ways that we as humans can’t grasp with our limited perspectives. That all of this we live through here counts for something, more than we could possibly imagine, adding to the ever-expanding flow of goodness, love, light, and oneness. When it all gets to be too much, I tap into that love from within and it keeps me rooted in that infinite all-encompassing love, compassion, and peace. I know that no matter what, there’s always that love I can tap into, that love that connects us all. I rest in love.
Yeah I have fears, but I don’t let them rule me, because there’s nothing I can do about most things until they actually happen, so when I worry, I’ve learned to shake it off quickly because it’s wasted energy. I rest in love, I do what I can and then let it go. I reach back inside and pull out all of the good in my life that I’m grateful for, which usually sets me straight for the smaller worries and traumas. For the bigger things, there’s no other way but through by allowing myself to process all of the heartache, roller coaster of gut-wrenching emotions, and grieving. With love and caring there’s also pain when we lose what we love. It’s what makes us human, we care, we love, we grieve. We keep trying, we persevere 🙂 We love each other through it all and help one another keep going. Beautiful humans.
