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Just in Time...

So, I will let my thoughts flow, even with my tendency for lengthy posts. I recognize that I fill the space right up, but that is part of me embracing all of me, even the long-windedness!

There are moments in time, so sacred, so wondrous, that we know that there can be no accidents; the people we meet, the situations in which we find ourselves, and the moments when we recognize them, and our cup spilleth over. There is so much gratitude in my heart, as I see these moments in time lining up to reveal such a grand landscape, where I know I was truly carried by the universe; carried into my sacred journey toward seeing, really seeing, even if it didn't always appear as I would have wanted it to.

We can't see the ripples that we send out into space and time, and because of that, we actually find moments in our lives when we wonder if we have any worth at all. May I never let another's love escape unnoticed.

There have been times in my life when I might have been dealing with too much, or may not have been developmentally ready to recognize those truly special souls who crossed my path, who were ready to show me my own beauty, with no strings attached, as a reflection of theirs. They went unrecognized on this deeper level, but always remained in the heart, and in the quiet place that remembers, and holds these truths to be revealed as the flower opens to the light. I believe that, since time is an illusion anyway, recognizing them later is just as significant, as recognizing them in the moment. Sometimes we just aren't ready to see their beauty until we have learned much about ourselves.

I recently had a dream about an old boyfriend of mine. We were sitting together, having a wonderful conversation. We knew that many, many, years had passed, but it had no meaning. There was no distance between us, because we understood that it was never supposed to be any other way in our physical existence. We just simply weren't meant to be together in a way that spanned a lot of time, and that was okay.

In being reunited in my dream, there was this feeling of connection and comfort, as if we had never been apart, and with no distracting wants or needs to rein in our outpouring of our love, we just sat together, complete in ourselves, and in our knowingness that all was well.

This was an amazing feeling of freedom for me, because I had always felt a little bad about how my ego treated the entire situation with him. It has only been in the last few years that I am not so hard on myself about it, as I see that I had much I needed to learn, much I needed to understand about the world and myself, before I was able to truly see this man for the gentle soul that he was.

This was what I wrote to him after my dream.

Dear You,

Please don't take this the wrong way. This is a Love letter with a capital L, addressed to your Self. It asks nothing of you in this time and space, but hopes that You will laugh much with Me, at the time it took me to see You.

There have been many years since I rested my head upon your chest, tucked safely in your arms, hearing the whispers of your Soul.

Please don't take this the wrong way. There have been many years that I have examined the path that took me away from You.

I knew I had to say goodbye. We were only meant for that small moment in time...

Please don't take this the wrong way.

It is only that You appeared in my dreams the other night and we held each other close, mostly laughing about what we had both experienced in each other's absence, our legs tangled in a loving embrace, and our souls reunited.

It was only a dream, so, please don't take it the wrong way, but sometimes it takes a lifetime to know what you had, and sometimes it takes just a dream to remind you of what it feels like to come home, only it is more than that, because in making my way to really seeing You, You have made your way to see Me...if only in my dreams.

Please don't take this the wrong way, but sometimes, exactly, just in the perfect time, we see the truth of the beauty that we have been given, and it all makes sense, and we give thanks.

Please don't take this the wrong way, but I love You, and all that you are, not knowing much about the little things anymore; how you like your coffee, which side of the bed you sleep on, what music you may wish to accompany your star-gazing... And I don't need to know, because I know all of You, and it goes beyond this physical existence. But on this day, that I recognize You, may you feel it, and may you and You find all the happiness that you have ever dreamed of.




  1. While i was reading this, all i could think was, she has so found her calling.

    It amazes me that all of this passion, thoughtfulness and love can be contained inside one person. You are beautiful beyond measure.

  2. A chord was struck and the tears flowed...this was beautiful. And what a dream to celebrate...coming home, timeless presence...

  3. Fortunately, we can "afford" the image of the perfect, eternal love in our dreams. We need this image and these dreams. Our souls need them to continuous to be alive...


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