The power of love

Yesterday was a particularly heavy day for me. Every limb in my body seemed to be tired. Every thought scattered. Concentration out the window. There was something in the air that I could not quite pinpoint. Disbelief in the tragedies that have occurred in rapid succession of each other. All in the beginning of a new year. A beginning started with so much possibility than quickly changed into one piece of tragic news after the other.

People are sick and some are dying. Norovirus in Canada and England. Worst flu epidemic in the US. And still we are not slowing down. Still we are chasing after what may not even be ours. Still we are seeking more than what we may need. When do we ever learn to just be? To wait. To be patient. To take time to love. To appreciate. To enjoy all that we have in this present moment rather than projecting into the tomorrow that never comes anyway.

Why do we think we can cheat the hands of time? When what we should be doing is enjoying every second, minute, hour of time that we get. There are so many of us that overlook the power of love. That which wakes us up in the morning and soothes us to sleep at night.

Last night I was reading through the tributes for my dear friend, Perry, and his lovely departed wife, Penny, and all I could think about was love. So I wrote these thought down about what love felt like to me last night. In tribute to my friends, Perry and Penny, and to those to whom these thoughts may resonate:

Love never dies. It remains in our hearts. Forevermore.

Even when we never see our loved ones again.

They are always with us. A part of us.

Because they are us. As we are them.

Grief sometimes challenges our belief in love. Our capacity for love.

Threatening to shut us off in the darkness.

Close our hearts to love. So we will not feel the pain of love when it is yanked away from us.

So violently.  So unexpectedly. Without warning.

But imagine if we never knew that love. Never felt that love. Never tasted that love.

How pointless our lives would be

So it’s better to have loved

Than never to have loved at all

Even when it hurts so bad. Even we feel so sad that love has disappeared without a trace

Love is what hold us together…Forever

Even when we can’t see our loved ones

They are forevermore etched in our hearts.

Full of love. Unconditional love. Hope. Faith. And trust that we will meet again…Soon.

Love endures forever. Love.

And once I wrote this, my whole being shifted from one of heaviness to one of love and light. Possibility and gratitude for having invited love into my heart. Into my life. Into my soul.  There is nothing greater than the power of love. Nothing more enduring than the power of love. Nothing more satisfying and healing than the power of love. Namaste.