I want to hold your hand while sleeping next to you, kiss you with every breathe, love you to the end of time and cherish every second I have with you - Judy T.
On the Things that Make Adults Cry
From Let It Be Love
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So friends, beloveds: Let me leave you with the words that you already know to be true in your hearts.
Stick with love. Cherish yourself, and surround yourself with those who see in you the incomparable light of your being. See who brings out kinder, gentler, more beautiful qualities in you. Let them be the people in your boat.
We are not meant to be alone. We need community, and if that community is to be a beloved community, we need to create love, channel love, make love real here and now. Community doesn’t descend down from heaven. We have to form it here and now.
Unfurl your own story. It is true that we do have to wait to see “who lives, who dies, who tells your story.” Tell your own story — do it now. There is a power in owning your own story. If you don’t tell your own story, someone else will. And if you are willing to do the hard work of polishing the jewels of your soul, no one else knows the treasures of your heart as well as you do.
Go, be your best self. Be your most beautiful self. Be your luminous self. Be your most generous self. Be your most radically loving self. And when you fall short of that — as we all do, as we all have — bounce back and return. And return again. There is a grace in this returning to your luminous self.
I am not one for final words of wisdom. Some do it well, and with so much heart. I prefer to focus on the journey, and the company we keep on this journey of life, and beyond. It is the journey itself that is lovely and worth taking.
So let us keep journeying together, to a way of being together that makes beauty real and love present. Hand in hand, with this commitment to love guiding our steps; right can be actualized; justice can be mobilized; meanness can be neutralized; love can be organized; and the beloved community can be realized.
Let it be love.
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