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Inspired by The True Love by David Whyte


There is a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours, especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never believed you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held out to you this way. I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of loneliness and what we feel we are worthy of in this world. Years ago in the Hebrides, I remember an old man who walked every morning on the grey stones to the shore of baying seals, who would press his hat to his chest in the blustering salt wind and say his prayer to the turbulent Jesus hidden in the water, and I think of the story of the storm and everyone waking and seeing the distant yet familiar figure far across the water calling to them and how we are all preparing for that abrupt waking, and that calling, and that moment we have to say yes, except it will not come so grandly so Biblically but more subtly and intimately in the face of the one you know you have to love so that when we finally step out of the boat toward them, we find everything holds us, and everything confirms our courage, and if you wanted to drown you could, but you don't because finally after all this struggle and all these years you simply don't want to any more you've simply had enough of drowning and you want to live and you want to love and you will walk across any territory and any darkness however fluid and however dangerous to take the one hand you know belongs in yours.

... David Whyte

Journal Entry Inspired by TRUE LOVE by David Whyte

I miss you.

I miss us.

I miss myself.

I remember as new and ancient parts of my heart crack open.

Shedding the steel that unnecessarily protected the most powerful part of me.

They fall to the ground.

One, two pieces at a time.

Each time I wonder if I am dying.

Because I forgot that it was safe to feel this much.

To feel you this much

To be this much.

As you wait patiently for me to remember.

To become.

To be.

As my heart then

Finally rests still

Knowing that you are there.

That you always have been

RE-membering that love

Always finds a way.


And that our story is only beginning


for the first time

As I once again discover how many ways

I can tell you

I can show you

I love you

How many ways I can be inspired by love

By you.

By us.

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