I thought

I thought I was sad. 

Unraveling, uncovering, a deeper hidden thing; insecure, anxious and scared-- of failure, shame, disappointing others. 

So when I thought I was sad, I was actually afraid. 

Afraid of disconnection: Loosing love. Loosing belonging. As I named the fears I invited Love to come in. 

Fear, an invitation?

 

What if every thought is an energy toward fear 

or 

love?

 

What if, as I become aware, as I take the time to sit with it, I can bring those thoughts to Love and release them? If my feelings follow my thoughts, give me your thoughts, O God! Thoughts more abundant than the grains of sand in the seashore. Thoughts full of goodness and mercy. In my solitude I invite you into each thought, resting with ease in your expanse. As your beloved I can think what you think and feel what you feel and reconnect at any moment, to You, to Love, to your perfect love…. What a place to sit. What a banqueting table to eat from.

 

I thought I was sad

I was afraid;

so I remembered, 

I am loved.