Dear friend,
You can’t really know things until you’ve learned them, past it being a vague sketchy incomplete area in your mental map; going there and experiencing it and then over time discovering the sense in it.
For a time it’s mostly confusion and dealing with what’s in front of you is all you can do. Strangely there’s peace to be found in amongst the wreckage. Loving what was broken. Allowing your heart to do its work. The ache of loss a familiar companion; faithful friend.
Underneath it all there is always love.
No matter what happens on the surface.
Beneath.
Is an ocean of love.
When all is said and done.
You could be speeding through the ink black night, under stars rubbed out by electric lights. The cold on your skin and you’re in that place.
Know that love is with you.
Wherever you go.
Come home to your centre and rest a moment.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey