Some angels gathered before my soul came down to earth. I sat in the front row so eager to GO. The angels said, “We’ve got a really, super, challenging assignment…like really, seriously, think long and hard about whether you want this particular life journey on planet earth.” I jumped out of my seat, hand waving up in the air–“Pick Me! Pick Me! Pick Me! Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! I danced around like I needed a bio break.
The angels looked at me and said, Really?!?! YOU?!?!? It had already begun. I realized I needed to be sitting in my seat, so I sat back down, yet squirmed with ecstatic excitement with my hand still waving in the air. “YES! ME! ME! ME! I CAN DO THIS!! I WANNA LIVE ON EARTH no matter how challenging, terrifying, or what happens to my earthly body, brain, heart, and psyche–I WANNA LIVE ON EARTH!
So yeah, they sent my soul down to planet earth…
Now on earth, I’ve learned to sit quietly and ponder some things before I impulsively say YES! And OH MY GOSH–what serious a#$ training this continues to be!! Those angels had been totally accurate, truthful- when they described how hard it would be…Wow! They forgot to let my soul know how incredibly beautiful it could be too-and all kinds of things in the in-between places, the shoved together all simultaneously places like how a plate of food can have the eggs touching the toast and the crumbs of the toast get on the eggs, and the honey for the toast can get sticky all over everything on the plate, table, my fingers.
A beloved one asked me yesterday, “Seriously, how did you come through all of that mayhem so far?”
I really thought about it and rather than blurting out some words like Courage or Feistiness or Willpower or a whole string of Salty Sailor words, I listened to my heart and my heart said, “I came through by returning to my center, the dynamic sweet spot of my Inner Fly on the Wall that grew into Inner Quiet Charlotte, a gazillion times in gratitude. I have anchored deep inside me an unwavering fierce optimism-a belief that Love Always Finds a Way to Love. I know that my soul came here to love and be loved in return. My soul is Love. I returned to Love every single time some sh^% flew in my face or my dog peed on the carpet or the stars twinkled in the night sky.
I don’t know why you came to planet earth. You get to figure that out inside your own heart or wherever you go to figure things out.
I do know this:
You are loved more than you can even imagine. You matter in our world.
Video of 100 people’s faces listening for the first time to Andrea Bocelli singing “Return to Love”
Thank you, Jeff. I love the video so much and have watched it several times during this pandemic as it lifts my heart. Yes, if we could show this to the people who are struggling to see truths rather than attaching to delusions or limiting beliefs. Sigh. I appreciate you and look forward to the discussion tomorrow.
Strong Ink, Powerful imagery and a absolutely inspiring message !!!
Thank you so much, my friend for all your kind words! Very grateful, Larry.
Many happy returns, Laura. Your piece put a very different and more active meaning into the title of that song.
Thank you so much, Charlotte! I appreciate your insight about the context for the song-I hadn’t realized that happened-and yet, I can see your perspective clearly-Yes, Return to Love, the one that comes from our spirits, our hearts. I appreciate you, and your thoughts offered. Am grateful.
Laura, this is such a powerful affirmation: “I have anchored deep inside me an unwavering fierce optimism-a belief that Love Always Finds a Way to Love.” I can only imagine the navigation it took to land in this powerful space. Bravo Bravo and Bravo! #workingthework
Thank you so much, Carolyn. I really am grateful to have found my internal anchors-those core values that remain unwavering, enduring. Your enthusiasm lifts my heart and makes me smile. Yes. Much navigation indeed. If you are familiar with astrology-I learned that I was born into a lifelong pattern of “Mercury in Retrograde” which made my life make absolute sense-and with so much external chaos I learned very young to go inside myself and run outside to commune with the natural world. Trees don’t rage at you or hurt your body. (well, unless a branch falls from the tree and your body is in the way-and fortunately, that has not happened to me-knock on wood or dodge the wood LOL…:) )
So beautiful, Laura, thank you.
The eyes don’t lie….
I’d like to hold that video up to all our conspiracy theory friends.