Carefully holding present our wholeness within any sense of pain.
Love is not separate from the I who is feeling pain.
We can beautifully feel both deeply sad and loved at the same time without leaving ourselves and losing ourselves into the abyss.
When the pain leaves, love is still present, comforting from behind the scenes like a mother holding her hurt child.
Why not allow yourself to feel it all, the love too.
Maybe we start to recognize that the frequency of pain Is also grace, beauty, a communion beyond words.
And not what it seems, too.
Paradoxically experienced, miraculously sacred. Life as one love in a multitude of frequencies.
