And the single constancy is change… For the instant you notice the present moment, she is already gone, haunting the past with great loves and lessons imprinted on the heart.
From such hauntings, pairs and squares of patterns weave into an old tapestry of story, a set of truths or tales that one gives more weight than singular words… And one may believe, believe, and believe an untrue old myth for a lifetime.
Beliefs can lock hearts down into self-perceived truths that do not line up to source, resource, time, or trust.
Trust in one’s capability to stand on the muddied ground beneath one’s feet is a practice of presence, intention and attention.
Attention to and one’s ability to really hear the clear voice of soul is a most profound action of human life and the only invitation to honestly hear the bell like truth of another.
Intention to see and speak and hear and hold and kiss and claim the beloved’s stars for your own is the present moment’s worth in actuality and exactness.
Change is a gold weight practice on love’s own behalf.