With love, life leads us to a place of hope and takes us gently by the hand and sits with us and mends within us that which is torn apart, that which is broken and that which simply needs to be healed.

And with these healing hands, it caresses its way across our body and shines its light deep within all that we are. And bright now, within, we glow with a radiance that can only come with this way of being.

And as we feel this love, we see that herein is the answer to what we seek; here is its core, its root that grows both within and without us and branches itself throughout the structure of all that we are.

And as we let ourselves acknowledge its path, as we let ourselves feel its healing, as we let our self become devoured by its flesh, we see that in itself it is life, it is what living is.

And knowing this, we know that without it we are not really alive, we are not fully awake, we are just stumbling around in a half-light reaching out for guidance to find the way home.

For home is where love lives, home is where love sits and lies waiting for us to share itself with every part of who we are.

And protected from the elements of all else that life brings, it rains its torrent of wellness around our being. And as we swim within the safety of its shores, we find we can move in any direction, for any distance and for all of time and still be there at home, at peace with love, with life, with every thing.

And knowing this, we now know that opening the door to love and stepping with it towards our dreams is the only way to achieve their truth.