Go where love is because that is where life is. That is where life thrives. Even in despair, remember that there will be new dreams. New life. We will experience conditions throughout an incarnation that transform and polish some of our most unconscious sharp edges until we finally become clear and smooth like a faceted diamond, that will reflect back to us who we really are. These difficult times in our lives get to the core of what we’re here to do as evolving spiritual beings that have chosen to inhabit a physical human body and play ball on earth. I have always felt that when we return home to the Other Side, our higher self soul group and spirit guides, guardian angels and ancestors, greet us with a beautiful celebration for completing any or all of the lesson plans we signed up for on the physical earth of duality – like a graduation!
This post is a lead into a story I wish to share with you regarding an unimaginable journey of healing and surrender, while dredging up gifts from the bottom of the ocean of my unconsciousness to conscious recognition, and the battle I engaged in to fight to become whole. We never know exactly where life will take us, but I can promise you that there are no coincidences – even our greatest mistakes hold promise. We all essentially share the same goal. Love. The purpose for sharing important aspects of my personal journey? To show you how we never do anything alone. So, more to come…
Ending this introduction of Life Is Where Love Is with a poem:
The Cyclical Wheel
Slowly, the form of our reality begins to change
A ripple here and there occurs as if a tiny pebble
Was tossed up against it to check for solidity
Our spirit knows all along who tossed the rock
Yet our ego wants to be courted and soothed
And wants comforting new shoes to carry on
When a new cycle in life offers up a fresh road
Suddenly, something feels and looks different
Life a quivering hologram over undisturbed peace
So becomes the itch intended to never go away
The push that signals time for a bit of revolution
Reminding us nothing ever stays the same
And truly, we wouldn’t want it any other way
When the eternal wheel comes bearing witness
Finally, clarity is delivered and in enters the form
Of the itch that our spirit asked us to acknowledge
That which no longer serves as function to tranquility
Becomes the object upon which we fix a curious gaze
And in exhaled sigh we accept the moment of farewell
Because wonder bubbles up and restlessness enflames
Framed within the cyclical wheel of new possibilities
The Cyclical Wheel – ©Triza Schultz, 2017
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