Love – great Love.
Signs of Love in courageous times.

I had just spent two full weeks on a Spiritual Quest in the mystical Teotihuacan Pyramids outside of Mexico City. Because I came having invoked an intention to be born into a new life, I immersed myself deeply – in faith, trust and complete surrender – to the present moment of that experience and all it brought. It took courage I didn’t know I had, grace I didn’t have, and a release from burdens I wished to no longer carry.

We had opened, and closed, our ceremony at the Basilica de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe in Mexico City where the Divine, Holy Mother appeared in apparition to a peasant man. She left her image on a lowly peasant’s tilma (outer wrap worn by men, much like a blanket-type covering), and that tilma still hangs, unchanged since her appearance in December 1531, in the Basilica. Science has disproved all the false allegations of its being phony. http://campus.udayton.edu/mary/meditations/samaha7.html
So it remains a mystery – as the Divine intends herself to be. I was profoundly inspired and unfailingly led by Our Lady Guadalupe.

Once the Spiritual Quest was officially over, I spent another week with the leader of our group and two other members of the Quest in a coastal city to integrate the deep and intense work that had been done. I knew I was not the same person I was when I came.

It became apparent the very first day in our new surroundings that the others weren’t there for integration in the same way as I. Partying on the beach had no appeal for me. I found myself justifying why I didn’t want to join them. That made for disagreements. There were many lessons for me in that week, but it began to get lonely.

One morning I agreed to go with them to an island beach with the group where I felt I could participate, yet integrate as I felt I needed. As I was wading in the warm, shallow surf I found my gaze traveling through the clear water along the sand where my feet were stepping. Suddenly I felt a warm rush of loving affirmation wash over me as I reached down and picked up the gift waiting for me there – a perfect, white heart made of coral.

There is no coral growing in that protected inlet – it had washed ashore from somewhere far away and was no longer sharp as knives because it had surrendered to the experiences that smoothed its edges. I recognized it as a gift from the Divine Mother and the Universe –acknowledging my commitment to the intention to live a new life; honoring my surrender to every experience that stripped away everything but what was true; a symbol of the great love held for me by the Divine, no matter what. My heart opened in deep gratitude.

**by Deonne Wright – RN, international aromatherapist, sound healer
www.deonnesaromablends.com

loving you,
Theresa
www.lookforsignsoflove.com