Love for Love’s Sake
We loved for Love’s sake, unattached to the outcome, although when the unexpected separation came I was thrown into an emotional turmoil unlike any other, and had to go through the stages of grief before returning to Love. Loving him united me with my Higher Self. My Highest Self, and yours, is Love.
Love for Love’s sake. There are no guarantees, and still we must love for love’s sake, and keep our hearts open…
The Realm of Joy and imagination
Go to the woods alone – stay there for awhile and become comfortable. Magic happens! Some things will happen in your imagination, which will light up as you play like a child, rooted and grounded and accompanied by the forest world. Here you will find your stories. Other beings will come to play with you – the owls and the deer if you are lucky. They sense you – they know who you are and they check you out even before you are aware of their presence. If you are lucky they will play with you. I have a little friend who I met when he was very small and still had his spots. He and his mother let me follow them for awhile and then he was spooked by a forest sound. He ran to me instead of his mother. I believe in my imagination that some kind of imprinting happened. I would see him almost daily after that and we would hang out together. His mother and father checked me out, too, and I got to be close to them in a way I am told is not the norm, but I think maybe it is the norm, we simply have lost touch with that aspect of our being. But what is most astonishing is that, after having moved away and not seeing them in the months of winter, I revisited in early spring of the following year, and he seemed to remember me. I followed the little group of deer for a few hours – this same group would let me get close the fall before but now they were skittish and stayed ahead. I felt a sadness for having lost this sacred connection and finally decided to let them go. I watched them disappear into the cloak of the forest, turned to leave, and there he was. A yearling, 15 feet away – looking at me. Energetically, I knew it was him. My heart soared and we played! I followed him and took many pictures. He would turn and look to be sure I was following and if I stopped he would move towards me. I had forgotten to turn off my phone and when it rang, a treasured call from my daughter living in France, instead of running he came closer, as if curious, and I chose not to answer, not without pain, but needing to stay connected to him. After awhile it was getting colder and I realized I had lost a glove. I told him good-bye for now, headed back following my own tracks in the snow, found my glove, and went to the water trail looking for birds. An hour later, still in the forest, I turned a corner and there he was again, glancing at me from behind a fallen log! I had never seen him down in this area before and I laughed heartily and once again began to follow him, this time up a steep incline – he went ahead but would stop and wait and watch me climb. We went back into the deeper woods together and played some more. He fills my heart with joy and I am humbled.
A few weeks ago I was at the Quabbin, just inside the woods on an old road after checking out a cellar hole, and three large coywolves ran straight towards me at full speed, each turning at the last minute and running on ahead. I chose in the moment I first saw them to calm my heart and not be frightened, not send out those vibes though I might feel that afterwards, remembering how fierce they looked while running at me, and I tried to get a picture. I got blurry photos of each one, each so powerful, and again, I am awestruck at these experiences.
We are brought back to Love. Love for Love’s sake.
“Where have you hidden, Beloved?
Why have you wounded my soul?
I went out to the wilderness calling for you
But you were gone.
Oh shepherd keeping your watch in the hills
If by chance you meet with my Love
Tell him I suffer in my lonely grief
And I soon shall die.
I have searched for my Love in the mountains
I have searched among the meadows and the fields
He has poured out a thousand graces in them
So my heart might be healed
But my heart is not healed.
Where have you hidden, Beloved?
Why have you wounded my soul?
I went out to the wilderness calling for you
But you were gone.”
These are words of a song written by John Michael Talbot. I used to sing his songs in church and I got in trouble for it, but that is another story...
We loved for Love’s sake, unattached to the outcome, although when the unexpected separation came I was thrown into an emotional turmoil unlike any other, and had to go through the stages of grief before returning to Love. Loving him united me with my Higher Self. My Highest Self, and yours, is Love.
Love for Love’s sake. There are no guarantees, and still we must love for love’s sake, and keep our hearts open…
The Realm of Joy and imagination
Go to the woods alone – stay there for awhile and become comfortable. Magic happens! Some things will happen in your imagination, which will light up as you play like a child, rooted and grounded and accompanied by the forest world. Here you will find your stories. Other beings will come to play with you – the owls and the deer if you are lucky. They sense you – they know who you are and they check you out even before you are aware of their presence. If you are lucky they will play with you. I have a little friend who I met when he was very small and still had his spots. He and his mother let me follow them for awhile and then he was spooked by a forest sound. He ran to me instead of his mother. I believe in my imagination that some kind of imprinting happened. I would see him almost daily after that and we would hang out together. His mother and father checked me out, too, and I got to be close to them in a way I am told is not the norm, but I think maybe it is the norm, we simply have lost touch with that aspect of our being. But what is most astonishing is that, after having moved away and not seeing them in the months of winter, I revisited in early spring of the following year, and he seemed to remember me. I followed the little group of deer for a few hours – this same group would let me get close the fall before but now they were skittish and stayed ahead. I felt a sadness for having lost this sacred connection and finally decided to let them go. I watched them disappear into the cloak of the forest, turned to leave, and there he was. A yearling, 15 feet away – looking at me. Energetically, I knew it was him. My heart soared and we played! I followed him and took many pictures. He would turn and look to be sure I was following and if I stopped he would move towards me. I had forgotten to turn off my phone and when it rang, a treasured call from my daughter living in France, instead of running he came closer, as if curious, and I chose not to answer, not without pain, but needing to stay connected to him. After awhile it was getting colder and I realized I had lost a glove. I told him good-bye for now, headed back following my own tracks in the snow, found my glove, and went to the water trail looking for birds. An hour later, still in the forest, I turned a corner and there he was again, glancing at me from behind a fallen log! I had never seen him down in this area before and I laughed heartily and once again began to follow him, this time up a steep incline – he went ahead but would stop and wait and watch me climb. We went back into the deeper woods together and played some more. He fills my heart with joy and I am humbled.
A few weeks ago I was at the Quabbin, just inside the woods on an old road after checking out a cellar hole, and three large coywolves ran straight towards me at full speed, each turning at the last minute and running on ahead. I chose in the moment I first saw them to calm my heart and not be frightened, not send out those vibes though I might feel that afterwards, remembering how fierce they looked while running at me, and I tried to get a picture. I got blurry photos of each one, each so powerful, and again, I am awestruck at these experiences.
We are brought back to Love. Love for Love’s sake.
“Where have you hidden, Beloved?
Why have you wounded my soul?
I went out to the wilderness calling for you
But you were gone.
Oh shepherd keeping your watch in the hills
If by chance you meet with my Love
Tell him I suffer in my lonely grief
And I soon shall die.
I have searched for my Love in the mountains
I have searched among the meadows and the fields
He has poured out a thousand graces in them
So my heart might be healed
But my heart is not healed.
Where have you hidden, Beloved?
Why have you wounded my soul?
I went out to the wilderness calling for you
But you were gone.”
These are words of a song written by John Michael Talbot. I used to sing his songs in church and I got in trouble for it, but that is another story...
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