Some for a Lifetime; or many lifetimes.
We allow people into our lives for a reason, season of lifetimes.
And so it is. As I enjoy the presence of these energies within my life and allow them to “be” while with me and I “am” while with them, the shadows fall away, and inside that safe space, we can play as children, sprites, and free spirits.
Being is the essential, being “what” is of little importance. Being of light we are. Lightness lifts us up above the mundane, and dances in the spirit.
Meeting friends that you recognize from this and many lives, that secure feeling, knowing that the other is, as I am. The love that we have built through the eons goes nowhere. It always was and always well be. Part of the universal love, we each are dealt our hand for each encounter. And many cards pass through our hands, and many cards pass through our hands again.
These well worn loves, these repeat loves, recognizing these comfortable patterns, that ease of communication is so restful
Sigh – Scratch - what more to say? Some end their writing if they have to think about it. I have chosen to write to a time or a quota, to achieve some kind of practice and create a discipline; allowing the words to fall on to the paper as they pass through my mind. Like I was once told about my words, that they land on my tongue without passing through my mind, my conscious filters that choked off any unpleasing statements, not functioning as I would fr from friend to friend, testing with words if they were worthy, instead of accepting and lovine as they are in peace.