Love takes its time. Love never has to rush because love has no fear. Compassion, kindness, forgiveness. These are all attributes of love. They are the details. With no fear present, the only point to exist is to revel in love. Revelation. The acceptance of what is. No anger or rejection. Behavior to describe love would be a constant flow of kindness, compassion, understanding, to be there for another through love. No matter what. This would not drain you. Because it’s free-flowing and you don’t have to resist, tighten up, or exert yourself to let the love just come through. Judgment is the false logic of the proof of love. Judgment is the opposite of love.
The secret to a happy life? Many institutions and gurus and professionals have an opinion about what the answers are to keep on smiling. I think it’s a combination of sorts, personally. Not one thing or one way will give you a happy life. Staying in the present moment is a great practice. But what if your present moment is shitty. Then what? Acceptance rather then rejection helps take the fight and intensity of the moment down a notch. But what if that ache is still there? Then what? One of the constants in my life that continues to help me is exercise. Endorphins chemically help my brain naturally, and the circulation of blood flow makes my body feel good. The mind relaxes and spirit can move more freely with the breath dancing within.
Now if you’ve tried all these things and still there is pain, of course talking to a professional who knows what they are doing is always a wise approach. Getting support from people who love you that exude positive energy can help too. Most of us need a (healthy) tribe to survive, to have the help to lift us up when we’re down, and in turn be there for them fulfilling our duty to serve others which can be one of the biggest boosts to maintain a happy life.
And last but not least, life is full of ups and downs. The duality on this earthly plane is the reality we live in. Sometimes all we can do is cry it out to get us through the pain and on to the other side. There’s going to be hard times, so embracing the dark when it happens can lead us back to the light. So what’s the secret? I believe it’s balance. Embracing, letting go, moving forward. Enjoying when it’s time to enjoy and being present with the yucky stuff, too. Balancing friends with me time, giving to your family and giving to yourself. Giving love and receiving love. That is my wisdom for the day.
I hope this helps you. I love to see people happy. And when they’re sad, my hope is it’s embraced so moving forward can happen sooner than later. I know I like being happy for myself, my family and friends, and for the universal collective consciousness to raise the frequency in the world we live in. Much love to you and yours.
I was shocked to read the news today about Dolores O’Riordan. In high school she was my heroine. She was my inspiration to shave my head and dye it all kinds of colors. I looked to her to help me through one of the most difficult times in my life. My nephew was battling leukemia, he was like my little brother. Sometimes like my son. He and his mom, my older sister, lived with my parents and me. I was a teen who watched horrible things happen to an innocent child that I loved with all of my heart. He was my world. And to get through it, I went to Dolores’ strength in her music. She yelled and yodeled, she whispered and loved. Her melodic voice was like silk and her fiery passion comforted my soul and gave me hope, not to mention her style that showed me a woman can look anyway she wanted to with no fear. I had been to her home country, Ireland, and fell in love with the countryside and the people. I fit in there and it only made sense that my favorite band resided there. When I shaved my head, I’d be walking around campus and peers would start singing Zombie from across the courtyard and I’d smile. She was the soundtrack to my soul and to my innocence that was quickly transitioning. I just heard on the radio last week that she was only 18 when she wrote Linger. And I thought man, when I was 18 all I was doing was listening to her albums over and over again. I’m left here looking back at all these memories feeling heartbroken. It’s true what they say, as you get older time speeds up. She was only 46 years old. I drew this picture of her in 1996, one month before I graduated high school and five months before my nephew passed away. I want to thank her for helping me through such a life changing time for me. She helped me see what a strong woman looked and sounded like. She was tiny in size, but her heart was fierce and her voice… Well just listen to her voice and you tell me. I must get some tissues now. I’m a sopping mess. RIP Dolores. When it’s my time to pass to the other side, I’ll be looking for you to give you a thank you and a hug. You already sounded like a bad ass angel on Earth. The stars shine brighter now that you are among them. Til then ☘️