We are precious
we are loved by Love,
and in every moment of the unfolding of our lives,
we are not forgotten.
We are not left to do this.
We are held, we are provided, we are guided with light.
sometimes it's in great wide casting beams, sometimes in colours of rainbows, other times it's just the tiniest glimmer, or glint, or reflection. But there it is for us.
The light of Love,
reaching out to touch our heart.
Its always been there.
When we surrender our resistance to what arises, let judgement go, and move ever so gently into our heart, it gets easier to see, easier to feel, easier to reconnect with it's presence.
(inspired by thinking of rainbows, and Matt Kahn's book I'm listening to on audible, Whatever arises Love that )