HEART DIARY
road paved with Love (remarkable story)
Coming and going our path is paved with Love.
Follow Signs of Love today. (scroll down for story)
“34, 35. 36…and then I stopped counting hearts on the sidewalk. It’s the short distance between where we live and the walking path along the river.
Soft white heart-shapes in many sizes sprinkle the ground those few yards, and this day I noticed just how many. It’s funny, I used to think they were faded paint blobs and it was such a mystery to me how they could end up there.
Yes, it’s great to have fabulous friends that paid more attention in school than I did! One day my enlightened pal informed me those hearts were ‘lichen’. Lichen is actually a little plant that grows low on rocks, walls, trees…and sidewalks.
And this day my head was down and heart a little heavy – that’s when I began counting the hearts. By the time I reached the turning point towards the river, my heart had already took a turn. Gratitude was the helium in my spirit and lightness lifted my thoughts and being upwards.
Thoughts of love lift our spirits every time, and sometimes it takes moving our feet and getting some fresh air before we remember.
I’ve been thinking about love being an internal presence. Dreaming about how wonderful it would be to know this warm, trusting neutral place inside, all the time and no matter what conditions are around me.
So, to love someone unconditionally – isn’t that we are loving them so much – as it is we are loving us by maintaining this often indescribable, warm, ever-expansive internal presence of love within.
…and then we truly love unconditionally.
May you remember, wherever you walk in life, today and everyday, coming and going – your path is paved with love. Look for Signs of Love as you go – you’ll see them.
loving you,
Theresa
set in stone
Love is our true connection to each other and all that is.
May you know that you belong and are Love itself.
** this heart stone embedded in the earth on Mt. Shasta, California was an amazing sign of love Deonne Wright came across on a late summer hike. photo taken by Deonne Wright, RN, Registered Aromatherapist/Consultant, Reiki
Level II Practitioner, Sound Healer and Shamanic Practitioner (www.deonnesaromablends.com)
loving you,
Theresa
Something happened
Something happened – I don’t know what exactly or why, except that I completely surrendered.
The nagging voices in my head that kept pushing me to ‘do more‘ silenced, and I was okay with just ‘being‘ me.
This was my inner conversation one beautiful morning walk a few weeks ago with tears streaming like a gentle flowing river.
I was loving the beauty, the quiet and peaceful morning rays – my heart was full and I thought….
Oh, if all I did while I am here is help people love a little bit more, if I could help them see a tiny degree more beauty, and love the texture of life just a wee bit more – that would be enough.
I remembered back in the late fall of 2010 being on the beach in Ventura, California, pondering what my place in the world was – and magically finding the most amazing heart-shaped flat rock with wings embossed in the center.
I remember wondering what the deeper message was, but one thing I knew for sure – if I just stayed in my heart and loved, I would fly.
Memories continued to flood me of all the times spontaneous hearts showed up in my path and spoke to me, uplifted and assured me. Every time, I counted the hearts as Signs of Love.
I wondered if there was a way to remind you, to ‘look for Signs of Love’…and NOW there is! (take a peek) lookforsignsoflove.com
loving you with all my heart,
Theresa
every heart counts
Pause, as you notice each reminder to Love.
Look for Signs of Love today.
**it’s just some dirt and moss on the pavement! This was another heart I saw when I was doing ‘experiment #2″ from the book E-Squared (energy squared) by Pam Grout on my 30 minute walk. I really wanted to discount this sign of love, but really- why would we underestimate any reminder to love?
loving you,
Theresa
sign of love in the desert
What do you love? Go there.
Love transforms the dry desert places in our heart. Follow the signs of love beckoning you today.
** This is a cactus Eloryia Ra’s granddaughter saw on her way home from the Buddhist Stuppa in Sedona, Arizona. She had come to heal her aching heart from losing her father at only 10 years old. After she said her prayers, on her way home she saw this…a perfect sign of love.
loving you,
Theresa
love is like an oyster
Love protects us and holds the space for us to grow in love.
The ‘pearl’, the gift we receive from challenging times are Signs of Love we can share.
** Kim Hill (www.myartstone.com) is one of those lucky people who live on the beach in Central America. On one of her many beach excursions she spotted an oyster heart shell in Coronado, Panama. I’m coming to see her one of these days!!
loving you,
Theresa
through the lens of our heart
We see differently looking through our heart.
Look through your heart, feel from your heart, listen with your heart – yep! that’s being a neon Sign of Love.
** I had just read E-Squared by Pam Grout and decided to take a walk and play with her experiment #2, ‘you impact the field and draw from it according to your beliefs and expectations.’ I walked out the door ‘expecting’ to see hearts – I found 5 in a thirty minute walk! This is one of those hearts.
loving you,
Theresa
heart-shades
Breathe in Love.
Signs of Love cast their shadow and remind us to love when it’s not easy to love.
** this beautiful morning the sun cast a heart shadow on the hillside at Kealakekua Bay on the big island of Hawaii.
photo take by Debbie Jones (OM Blossoms – one million orchid blossoms)
loving you,
Theresa
ultimate sign of love (remarkable story)
Love is the song of your heart.
Listen softly and the music will play your Sign of Love.
** I received this story in my inbox a few days ago from Amy Bremner, who was so taken by this beautiful and incredible Sign of Love story. As you will read and as Amy conveyed – ‘these are the people of wisdom, the ones who understand life at it’s deepest level, who know how to truly live.’
- In the northern parts of Namibia and on the banks of the Kunene River leave a semi nomadic tribe known as the Himba people. Of all the tribes of Africa still alive today, the Himba are one of the few that counts the birth date of the child not from when the day they were born, nor conceived but the day the mother decided to have the child.
When a Himba woman decides to have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches him the song. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, they sing the song of the child , as a way to invite the child.
And when she becomes pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it And then as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. I f the child falls, or gets hurt, someone picks them up and sings to them. Or maybe the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the Himba tribe there is one other occasion when the child song is sang to the child. If the child commits a crime or something that is against the Himba social norms, the villagers call him or her to the center of the village and the community form a circle around him. Then the sing their birth song to them.
The Himba view correction for antisocial behavior not as a punishment, but as love and remembrance of identity. For when you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another. And as the child goes through their life their song is the theme of their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when the child is lying in his bed, ready to die, all the villagers that know his or her song come and sing – for the last time that person’s song.
- (written by Ray Magaya Tshuma and reposted from /www.umthwakazireview.com/)
loving you,
Theresa
www.lookforsignsoflove.com
Can you imagine a world where this is how we all began, how we all treat each other? We can start now.
instead of tea leaves
Our fortune is a future filled with Love.
Drink in the beauty of life, and when you feel empty – Look for Signs of Love.
**an empty cup of coffee leaves a happy reminder – a sign of love.
from the queen of hearts! Carol Thompson – Eugene, Oregon
loving you,
Theresa
