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Love is where you know that it is.

Love is more for you than we will ever know.

Love enjoys you right where you are, and is leading you where you always wanted to go.

Love is the deepest peace and the grandest adventure.

Love is happy with you and kind toward you.

Love laughs at fear; it shines as it goes, unconcerned with the darkness fleeing before its warm and brilliant light.

Love is at peace, will you join in?

True love can’t go where it shouldn’t be; it is the north star of our soul. It is there in the sacred places we come back to, but the more we only find it there, it begins to wane. Only when it is the preceding banner of our mind, body, and soul do we grow toward who we might become.

The love we are missing is just right over there… there in the place we haven’t gone because of fear. Every time. Love isn’t hidden from us; it’s hidden for you. And it is there, in that place where you are home.

Love is serious and silly, stoic and makes fart noises. Love loves that we love love.

Only when we allow love to be the wind that it is might we be free. Everywhere we play the strict master, love eludes us. Love will be what it will be, where it will be, how it will be. It is not that we do not play a part; we are the target of its endless ocean and co-travelers on our every journey. More than any other thing, love is better to give than to receive. The true heart of its giving rends the heavens, shakes the earth, and leaves a lasting mark that pierces the generations.

Love isn’t where another would have you find it. It is where you know that it is. If you don’t know, you are missing something. That something missing is you, you are missing yourself, your soul, your unique personhood, your eternal self. You must be in love with you.

Who are you?

Do you even know?

Do you want to?

Is that what you have been running from?

Sometimes we run here and there, looking, searching, wind-swept mountains, warm sunny beaches, roaring firesides, the quiet countryside. Turn around. The obstacle is the way toward love, too. It was always only one breath away.

In all things, from all things, to all things. Love is where you know that it is.

love is your story worth telling,

it is the who you are becoming