Finding Me

As with all Friday Love messages, I aim to leave room for your own heart experience. With this in mind, I intentionally left the third you in lower case in hopes that you may recall the experience of being found and met… no matter who your “you” may be.

*In this art, my you was my childhood dog, whose name was Puppy, sitting with me at the edge of the hedge while I cried in the middle of the fields. You really can be our pets, our lovers, our friends and our Creator. Love to all, always.

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