HEART DIARY
what Love reflects
Love always reflects YOU, because YOU are LOVE.
Appreciate the miracle of you, the one and only you that will ever be.
Shine joyfully, the world is brighter because of you.
Julie Garton spotted this heart rock on the beach in Florence, Oregon…here’s what she says…’This was just randomly there while I walked on the beach this past November. My first shot of the day! That’s me in the bubbles…. !!” Julie Garton
loving you,
Theresa
www.lookforsignsoflove.com
Panama gratitude rock
Gratitude opens our heart and love pours in.
I wonder how many things you are thankful for today?….all of which are Signs of Love.
**On a morning stroll at Coronado Beach in Panama – (really close to Panama City), Mimi Hill found this beautiful heart rock. Isn’t it amazing when you see a Sign of Love how instantly your heart opens in gratitude?
loving you,
Theresa
serving Love for breakfast
Start you day with a loving thought and a kind word.
Every loving thought changes our world forever, every kind word makes a day better and can change a life.
Be a Sign of Love today.
Yep! It’s a pancake. Nothing like waking up to a Sign of Love in a pancake that (10-year old) Annora Bradley made. Signs of Love are truly all around us – reminders to love, to follow love, and be loving – signs we can see, feel, hear and even taste.
loving you,
Theresa
spectacular heart wave
When we love, resistance melts and we ride the waves in life.
Look for Signs of Love today.
Photo from Debbie Rumbo (www.asenseofpeace.com) San Diego, California. Her 15 yr old son loves taking the go pro camera in the water. He filmed this while inside the tube then froze as a snap shot. “When he showed me I said, “wow that’s beautiful, it looks like a heart!” – Debbie Rumbo
loving you,
Theresa
sculpture of love
Love is obvious and clear when our heart is soft as clay.
Notice what you love today- and pause in those moments to love…it will keep your heart soft.
Carol Thompson was sculpting little turtles for her granddaughter’s class, and as she was rolling this piece of clay in her hand – a Sign of Love winked!
loving you,
Theresa
rosettes and love (remarkable story)
Love has no limits of time or space.
Look for Signs of Love today.
The only time I ever do any deep-fat frying is at Christmas. When Christmas season comes and I head to be with my children, there is one very important item that always gets packed with my things. It goes back to a Christmas tradition from my childhood.
I have the most vivid memories of my youngest paternal aunt in the kitchen making various goodies during this holiday season. But what captured me most was watching her fry what we called ‘rosettes’. My father’s side of the family is Scottish, so I’m not sure how we got so attached to a traditional Scandinavian sweet treat, but it made its way into our celebration. (They are much more delicate, and less sweet and not as heavy as the funnel cakes we are used to here in the States.)
Making rosettes requires a special iron on a long handle that can be dipped into a thin flour, egg and milk batter which is then put into the hot oil to cook off the iron (ideally!). It takes some practice, and some time for the iron to ‘season’, but eventually it all goes smoothly. Thus it is that I always pack my rosette making tools and make sure we have enough peanut oil and a deep fat fryer as I head over the pass out of my valley. The first Christmas I spent with my son’s family in Texas, I purchased an iron just to keep in their home so I wouldn’t have to take it with me on the plane!
This year I was with my three daughters and 7 of my grandchildren making rosettes. This has become a family tradition they can’t do without, just like making gingerbread houses. All the activities have to be planned so everything can be fit into the time frame allotted for our time together. The older granddaughters get to help, and the younger ones stand close, watching with their mouths watering, eating them as they get cool enough.
As the batter in the bowl was getting low, the iron wasn’t getting completely covered with batter as it should, but I was anxious to satisfy my children and grandchildren, reveling in the joy they were experiencing through a tradition handed down from ancestors they never had the opportunity of knowing and loving as I had.
Suddenly my heart burst with excitement and joy as I noticed the confirmation of the love this tradition represented in the sign before me.The centers of each petal of the ‘snowflake’ came loose because of the limited amount of batter on the iron, and became hearts, floating around the center.
In my excitement, everyone got into the act. The oil was nearly 400 degrees, and I couldn’t leave it. So I called one of my daughters over to take a photo, and everyone else’s curiosity brought them over to view the unmistakable love sign. The rosette tradition has an even deeper meaning than ever before in our family tradition – reminding us that love has no limits of time or space. – by Deonne Wright
Deonne Wright, RN, Registered Aromatherapist/Consultant,Reiki
Level II Practitioner, Sound Healer and Shamanic Practitioner
deonnesaromablends.com
love’s downspout
Love catches the rain of our joy-thoughts and transforms us.
Entertain the good thoughts, they’ll create Signs of Love to follow.
**Climbing stairs and wondering where this random sign of love came from, I looked up and the downspout was dripping the last drops of rain it had gathered forming this great heart in the middle of cold concrete steps. Sometimes when we take steps that seem to feel hard, cold and alone – love always shows us the way up.
loving you,
Theresa
way of Love in Mexico
Wake up to moments of Love beneath you – supporting you
Look for Signs of Love today.
** Thousands of feet have walked this sidewalk in Ajijic, Mexico where a sign of love silently speaks and is always there. I wonder how many have noticed?
Love is always here, even if we don’t ‘see’ it.
photo taken by R. Collier while taking a stroll in this little coastal town in Mexico.
loving you,
Theresa
love stretches us
Love will stretch our heart and change us forever.
Stretch to take the higher road, speak the kinder word and see the good – they’re all Signs of Love.
** I was so surprised when I looked down at a simple rubber band that had been stretched and randomly dropped on my desk. Once a rubber band has been stretched it will never go back to the same size it was, and in this case, the same shape. Love stretches us, and every time we move with Love we change, and even though we might take a step back or two, we don’t ever go back to the same exact place we were. (Theresa Gooch – www.lookforsignsoflove.com)
loving you,
Theresa
San Diego surf with a heart
an ocean of Love
Touch the ocean with your mind and imagine it is Love bringing you gifts with each wave and taking away old hurts, beliefs and fears.
** Abby Gooch’s favorite morning jog is along this rocky shoreline with a heart in La Jolla, California.
Abby Gooch – www.lifeforceconnection.com
loving you,
Theresa
