It’s so easy to forget…
Dear Friends,
It's so easy to forget.
In the last letter, I shared something I'm learning about trust, about the part of me that feels safe when I can plan and prepare, and unmoored when I can't. I've been sitting with that since. Getting curious. Asking a quieter question underneath it all:
How do I stay grounded in love, especially when I don't feel in control?
Because here's what I keep coming back to: beneath the gripping, beneath the need to know, beneath even the practice of learning to trust, there's something that was never lost to begin with.
We forget it. I forget it. Often.
We forget who we really are.
Not the fear version of us that manages and worries and plans. Not the part that needs to hold it all together. The deeper self. The love version of us that is formed from love, made of love, connected through love to ourselves… to everything and everyone.
That love isn't something we have to earn back when we feel off-center. It's not waiting for us to get it together. We don’t need someone or something else to bring it to us. It's already here, woven through us, the way it always has been.
So maybe the practice isn't only about learning to trust the unfolding of life. Maybe it's a homecoming. Remembering what we're made of. Returning, gently, to the love that is our truest ground… the one that holds us even when we can't hold ourselves.
Reflect & Return
Reflection: When did you last feel truly at home in yourself… in love… not because everything was going well, but because you simply remembered who you are? What helped you return there?
Invitation to Soften & Breathe: Place one hand on your heart. Take three slow breaths. With each exhale, let this truth settle in: I am love. I am held by love. I have never been separate from love.
Remembering with you, with so much love,
Jennifer
What I’m tuning into:
For Solitude by John O'Donohue | A Blessing
May you recognize in your life the presence, power, and light of your soul.
May you realize that you are never alone, that your soul in its brightness and belonging connects you intimately with the rhythm of the universe.
May you have respect for your own individuality and difference.
May you realize that the shape of your soul is unique, that you have a special destiny here, that behind the facade of your life there is something beautiful and eternal happening.
May you learn to see yourself with the same delight, pride, and expectation with which God sees you in every moment.
I love everything about this blessing, and the bolded line stops me every time. It points to what I believe we most often forget: that behind the surface of our lives, the plans, the struggles, the ordinary Tuesdays, something beautiful and eternal is quietly, faithfully unfolding. Not happening to us. Happening as us. That is the love we are made of, and it has never stopped.
