To All the Ones I Have Loved in My Life:
I love you still.
I wish you well because it was never a mistake to love you. No matter who you are. No matter where you are now. No matter what happened. You were the spark, a little bit of magic, the impetus for me to feel more love, in me. You helped me feel more life. And joy. No matter how briefly, no matter how long. Love remains.
You were the mirror through which I could see my own reflection in that moment. And I am bigger, better, brighter, more beautiful, bursting with more life to give to life, to give to the world, to give back to love.
The joy of feeling love sparks my soul with a brightness, a fire that sends electricity throughout my body, and radiates out in all directions sending thunderous appreciation back to love, back to my divine source. Despite the trail of lovers, throughout the years, who lit my life in some way, some burning bright or some down to smoldering cinders, the fire has always been here. Love's flame can never go out. And never will.
I am a lover. I am a believer. I believe in love. And I love love.
Love blesses me. And I bless love back.
Whoever you are, whenever you were in my life, by whatever circumstances you came into my life, you brought with you a moment in which I could feel myself. In that moment in time, you helped me feel the life in me. However briefly you stayed, however long you tarried, I was happy to welcome you. I was pleased to sit down, pause on the journey, share tea and talks, and times of time that might never have ended.
Except for if it did.
Still. You remain. You are in my heart. You are there as a flicker of light that serves love's memory. You are not a weight of what-ifs or why. You came and went bringing lessons and logic, life and love. And light. And you showed me something only you could show me.
And for that, I am grateful. Forever. And ever. And ever.
I am a lover, a dreamer, a believer in goodness, in divine purpose. I am afraid and I am brave. I am a seeker and I am a passionate sojourner along the road of life. I know and I do not know anything. I want to know everything. I am thirsty and I am quenched. I am hungry and have no plate, only my desire to fill my heart. I have nothing, and I have everything to give.
And I am loving my way through it all. Because I believe in the healing power of love. Because my understanding of love evolves, and because I am willing to embrace divine grace wearing love's face. Because I feel. Because I recognize holy love in soul expression, in human faces and spiritual spaces, and heart traces.
Sweet. How sweet it is.
Love is life, a forever experience that enhances my whole being. Love is an opportunity to give thanks to life, to love, to god, to being. For me, love is forever. Love is always in all ways. In a Swahili poem, I once wrote: Na nikikufa, nitakufa kukupenda. Love never dies.
I pray. I pray. I pray.
Amen.
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