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Love is Eternal
I woke up in the middle of the night and my body was warm and still in my bed.
My hand was on my heart.
I had a deeply vivid feeling of my grandma. The essence of her love filled my body and I felt her inside and all throughout me. The feeling was deep in my belly, in my core. It felt light and still, bouyant yet solid.
We were communicating but there were no words exchanged. It was a transmission of pure love. I was receiving a transmission of pure love.
It was so clear and so real, so visceral in my body.
Pure Love. What a gift to feel that this depth of love exists. It’s what we are, pure love. Everything else is contrast.
I took care of my grandma until she died at almost 93. She was a second mother to me. I wear the diamond ring she gave me every day — it never comes off, so she is always with me. Always.
When I was a child, I learned about loving kindness through the tuna sandwiches she made my sister and I every time we visited. There was chocolate milk, green olives and a half sour pickle on the side. The sandwich was cut diagonally.
She taught me boundaries and limits. We were given one Hershey bar after dinner, never more, even when I…
