If you follow me on Facebook, you might have picked up that I’m writing a book, FINDING YOU AGAIN!, on a 90-day programme. I know! But, hey, although I’m behind schedule I’m not stressing about it.
Writing away recently, it seemed that things I talk about later in the book might need to be moved nearer the beginning. Also, part of me got so serious and up my backside when I started writing ‘the book’, there’ll be some extreme amending when I get to the editing stage!
Just like life… You think you’re doing something one way and, with some updating, you end up doing it slightly or quite differently. Like this freakin’ blog post… Part of me must feel scared about what I intended to write for me to go off on a tangent about my book!
You see… I was going to start this post with ‘Beloved (name)…’
And to talk about you being ‘beloved;’ treasured, precious, or deeply-deeply loved. And I balked at calling you so, at being presumptuous enough to assume such intimacy with you…
Now I’m stuck for words. What the hell’s going on?
Tears sting my eyes.
For my heart is bursty-full of oceanic love I want to lavish on you. I want you to feel totally but totally adored, totally free, and totally capable of having whatever your heart truly desires. The words, ‘my precious child,’ jumped into my mind…
We WERE precious, you and I. And we ARE still precious now…
To feel and know we are so beloved is a blessing. It follows us all the days of our life with gentleness, compassion, and a ‘knowing’ of our essential birthright just to ‘be’ and evolve… Always held in the sweetest of divine healing energy.
Nowhere to go. Nothing to do. Only to be held in such love that your heart will break for the memory of it. Truly, truly ‘the beloved’…
That’s you!
Teaching mid-life women who feel lost how to
powerfully reclaim who you are, where you’re going
and what you came here to do.
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