I’ve Been Thinking About Love… And Authenticity…

There are moments when life whispers softly: be real, be here, be you.

I was listening to a conversation recently about authenticity, and it struck me that this isn’t just about telling the truth or dropping our masks. It’s about remembering who we are. It’s about coming home—to Love.

When I open to the Love that resonates all around me, within me, and through me—I soften. I rest. I touch what is most authentically me.

And when I allow myself to be authentic—when I release the self-editing, the hiding, the striving—I discover something deeper holding me. A Presence. A current of Love that feels universal, Divine, unchanging. It asks nothing of me. It does not require perfection. It simply invites me to rest.

I find a profound wave in this exchange…

Love as a Pathway to Authenticity… Authenticity as a Pathway to Love…

And I wonder… how might Love be inviting you to connect with your authenticity?
And how might authenticity be inviting you to connect more deeply with Love?

_____________________________________________________________________________________________

I offer you what I find to be a beautiful poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

With the Stones of Our Stories
 
Every day a new atrocity.
Every day, the heart finds
a new way to ache.
Every day, our most scared
selves try to build a stone wall
around the heart, as if
to keep the ache away.
Every day our most sacred
selves dismantle the wall,
and use the same stones
to build bridges so we
might meet another
and hold them as they ache,
so the other might hold us, too.