HEART DIARY
Turning 60
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Loving Life wisdom
the new rose
The flowers keep speaking to me and I keep listening.
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Being Seen
The bud of the flower does not bloom ‘to’ be seen, it just blooms and ‘is’ seen.
There’s an urgency blowing in the wind, I bet you feel it too.
The gentle internal breeze swaying inside your heart like the soft wind dancing across the open meadows bending tall grasses and wild flowers to the earth in reverent Namaste.
It’s the voice of our own divinity calling us forward. We pause and listen to our heart whisper – Here I AM.
Do you ever wonder if by just being who “I AM’, where ‘I AM’, if it is possible to touch the world in such a way that just your being, just your presence would change the landscape of a single moment in one’s life, or maybe even transform the rest of the moments of one’s life?
I wonder if the answer is found when we sink into the truest essence of who we are, the I AM that was spoken, heard and acknowledged before the seed of our human vessel was planted inside the womb of no-thing, the allness of Life itself – that pure and utter sound wave of Love singing across eternity. The essence of who we are, where we grasp hold of the knowing that the I AM we truly are is wholly Love.
I AM Love that is so far from and way beyond any negative I AM that we have ever thought or said to ourselves or to another, about ourselves – or about another.
How is it that we wander in the maze of our minds and the same old stories for so long, until we finally surrender and allow compassion to be our true compass that guides us back time and again to the place where we feel and hold our precious hearts so tenderly.
The sanctuary where a wellspring of the deepest gratitude bubbles up from inside every cell of our being and pours out from our eyes rivers of Love, appreciation and awe that kiss our face with the warmest crystalline tears.
Compassion that points to the perfection of divinity that we are in this magnificent miraculous human vessel named our name, signed by only our signature that no one else could ever duplicate.
We finally are at home, here inside our own heart. We wonder in the stillness of God’s presence how much more Love we can merge into, become more of and know.
Maybe every breeze, every whisper, every breath – is an echo of I AM Love,
a reminder to silently open wide and bloom inside the beauty of our own heart,
just where we are and exactly who we are with,
in this very moment right now.
loving you,
Theresa Gooch
LookForSignsofLove.com
Story of the Cosmos
A little reminder of grace.
Here’s how it went….
Sometimes I thought it would never happen, sometimes I completely forgot about it –
and lots of times I smiled and knew.
I watered, loved and wondered what it would look like and what color would burst into brilliance.
But I never expected this…
In the late summer, I mentioned to Jessica our assistant, that one of my favorite passages in ‘The Sophia Code’ (pg. 48) by Kaia Ra was this….
” The seed of all miracles is faith, and the space in which those miracles blossom is called grace.”
A few mornings later I walked into the office and on the window ledge was a teacup filled with black soil sitting on a small plate that had the quote handwritten in gold ink.
Touched and delighted, I watered and watched. I was so thrilled when the first sprout quickly came to greet me.
This precious seed planted that reminded me every day …’the seed of all miracles is faith…’ .
My appreciation for this living reminder continued daily as I watered and watched the tender plant grow until it was clear in order for the plant to live and flourish, the roots needed more space and more soil.
One warm sunny afternoon I transplanted this plant into a pot on our patio.
I continued to water and watch….and then, there were days that would go by where I didn’t.
Always, this thriving plant made my heart smile whenever I stopped by.
I would remember faith is the starting point of miracles, seeds of faith planted inside my sacred heart.
The place where all that was needed in this present moment was to simply surrender into the embrace of grace.
The season changed and I didn’t need to hand water so much, and days came and went.
The days turned to weeks since I had visited.
One bright autumn day – relaxing on the deck for a recent lunch I glanced over at the pot –
and to my astonishment and delight this miracle plant that was previously barely noticeable because it mingled so naturally with all the other plants,
had shot up straight and tall about 2 feet higher than all the others!
Eager to discover buds on the tall plant, I looked and didn’t see any.
I wanted reassurance that ‘buds of miracles’ were in process –
and I felt my heart sink a bit.
Hope was fading inside me that ‘miracles would blossom’.
It was okay – I felt grateful to witness a visual of the promise and power of one tiny seed of faith growing in grace that had skyrocketed in stature above the other plants.
My heart would still smile each time I visited this plant or thought about it.
To my great surprise and joy, days later… little buds began to appear.
However, the weather had turned cold and the time for this plant to bloom had already passed.
The promise of a blossomed flower within the bud, is a miracle in and of itself.
I was grateful for the visual of the ‘promise’.
Doubt and ‘common sense’ that tries so hard to cushion disappointment of possibly not getting what we hoped for would sometimes entertain my thoughts when I noticed the buds so close to bursting open, but remained closed so tight.
Wah Lah! – a miracle happened one unexpected day…. the first blossom bloomed!!
And…you know what?! …
There are always enough sunny days – because that’s what grace is.
‘…and the space in which those miracles blossom is called grace’.
Without hope, there is no faith because there is nothing to have faith in.
Hope is the vision that our heart cherishes and sees in living color.
Faith holds ‘hope’s’ vision and lets go into the knowing and allowing of the unknown…
that It Is Done.
Miracles blossom in the unknowable space of Grace, and as those blossoms bloom into full fruition —
inside the center of every blossomed miracle are many times more seeds of faith.
And so, we plant again, we have a lot more hope and many more seeds of faith.
We water, nurture, wonder and smile at every seed of faith that is born because of hope, which by their very nature continually blossoms into innumerable more miracles in the space of grace, from the ever-increasing seeds of faith.
May your every vision of hope become seeds of faith that you plant in your heart and trust grace.
May your life flourish and may your miracles multiply and abound every day this year.
Loving you,
Theresa
www.LookForSignsOfLove.com
Memories 2017
Memories, gratitude, not just gratitude – but deep gratitude from the depths of my heart rise softly and I recognize in every cell of my being the wellspring of Love that has held me, my family, my prayers, dreams and hopes so tenderly this year.
Looking back, what seemed impossible and what I couldn’t see or understand – it was my vision of hope that inspired faith.
I counted on the tiniest seed of faith having the power of all of life within it, and trusted grace to bless my life with miracles. Grace. Thank you.
Every year I cherish the last week in December, the quietness in my heart that ponders and reflects, remembers and appreciates, laughs and cries – and dreams of expansion of life and more love.
This morning’s reflection caught me by surprise….I had forgotten about this day. It was a very significant day for me.
For many years my husband Don and I would occasionally frequent a crystal and gemstone store downtown. This store was rather unusual, not exactly attractive or magnetic, in fact it was filthy, disorganized and cluttered. Underneath the dust and clutter were beautiful crystals from all over the world. I often dreamed of cleaning that place up and creating a show place, polishing those precious stones so their beauty could shine through.
The elderly owners were grumpy, stingy and made it very clear they didn’t trust anyone. Don joked with them anyway and we would have short warm conversations until finally we gained their trust and would get a smile when we walked through their door.
Their store was for sale – I think for at least a couple years. One day, to our amazement – they told us the store had sold and they had to be out in a month. A week before they closed we stopped by. They were still offering only 10% off. It didn’t look like much inventory had moved from 3 weeks ago – they seemed undaunted.
Two days left before their doors closed for good – it was Saturday. I remember driving onto the onramp and thinking about them and their store. I toyed for a moment of stopping by – and then dismissed the thought and went on with my day. The store closed.
Months later – I am at another gemstone store in town. I asked the owner if he knew this older couple? He knew them well — here’s what he told me.
This couple maintained the 10% discount on their inventory until the very last day. Hardly anything sold, and so they ordered several huge dumpster bins to be delivered that very day I thought of stopping by.
Mountains of beautiful gemstones, crystals, geodes, gold and silver were dumped into the garbage and hauled away.
I was stunned, and my body felt weak all over! These people who hoarded every penny, every precious crystal, who were so afraid of losing money – just dumped it all in the garbage. My heart was sick – an abundance of sacred beautiful earthen treasures that could have graced homes and lives…were now lost in a landfill of rubbish.
I learned a lot that day – a lot about how useless hanging on and never letting go can take a lifetime of joy away in the sum of present moments and stop the flow of receiving blessings.
These people were afraid of not getting enough – and ended up not getting anything.
Fear kept them in prison. What they believed about life and money contracted them into a very small life. They lived like they were super poor, they looked and talked like they were in poverty, and yet they had been millionaires for years and years.
What a day. What a perfect day. I promised I would live – I would love – I would laugh – I would open my heart and let go – I would receive- I would be generous – I would cherish life, gifts of the earth, each other, most of all, grace.
Love is so much bigger (remarkable story)
Love is so much bigger than you.
Look for Signs of Love. (remarkable story – scroll down)
We almost hyperventilate, in the least our breath is shallow moving in and out, staying just above our waist. I suppose it’s because we automatically breathe – that being conscious of breathing is last on our priority list when life is going full throttle in the fast lane.
Can you relate? Even though you are enjoying the pace, excitement and changes – it is so easy to not be grounded. And then you feel so disconnected, and the hunger pangs in your spirit call to be filled with beauty, truth and simple quiet moments of stillness. And so, you finally listen.
That’s how I had been feeling. The day was glorious. I locked the office door behind me and hopped on my bike so that I could taste the fresh air and and sing with the river beside me.
When we pause for tiny moments to notice beauty and breathe deeply, every cell resonates, revives and our spirit comes alive. (that’s what loving does for us.)
This early evening I parked my bike and stretched out across the bench and looked up into the blue sky with a few scattered fluffy clouds, then closed my eyes and listened to the flow of the river.
In one precise eternal moment, I opened my eyes again and looked up. I saw the sky had opened and this enormous sky heart was hovering directly above me – it was an incredibly large heart, so, so much bigger than me.
Love is ALWAYS bigger than you and me. The me that has to figure it all out, and do, do, do…especially do it ‘right’. Love is SO much bigger.
Let go today and Love. Fill your spirit up going where you love and take in moments of beauty, connect deep inside to the life of you, the breath of you – and know – know you are deeply loved, always loved.
loving you,
Theresa
frame life in Love
Frame everything in Love –
and see all things working together for good.
Look for Signs of Love in all that ‘appears’ to be – and trust.
Sometimes life can look and feel as though nothing is good, or that all that is happening around us could ever turn out for good. Framing our experiences, conversations and those in our life in Love – clarifies our vision and helps us trust that all is well.
This orchid heart is one of Debbie Jones one million orchid blossom designs (OM Blossoms) on the big island of Hawaii.
loving you,
Theresa
Sometimes we hold Love in our hands
… and Love always holds us.
Breathe deeply and let go into Love.
** Jeanette Philips spotted this amazing heart rock at the Eugene Farmers Market, the owner of the rock had stepped away from her booth so she wasn’t able to hear where the rock was from. Holding this incredible Sign of Love was enough.
loving you,
Theresa
the Light of Love
What if you let Love . . .
Light your way?
Look for Signs of Love today. Love will light up the right answer, the next best step and the most beneficial choice.
** Fire dancers in Eugene, Oregon at the Oregon Country Fair made this spectacular performance.
Photo by Lily Crowheart in Eugene, Oregon.
loving you,
Theresa
