Tenderness is the hallmark of Love.
It accomplishes more in an instant than force does in an aeon.

 

When I was a little girl I loved to explore the hills behind our house. I remember such sweet hours of adventure spent in a wonderland of beauty there.

I had an especial fondness for things that glittered and sparkled. Those hills were covered in bright treasures of little stones with flecks of gold and silver or bits of crystal.

Among the stones were worn down pebbles of broken, colored glass that twinkled in the sun light. Where they came from I would never know. But, I would spy those glimmering jewels, pick them up to gaze at their enchanting beauty and shinning nature.

Standing on those hills, I remember it well, I was touched by the sea breeze, I could look out at an ocean that appeared to a sea of flashing stars made from sun light's brilliance of a hot, clear summer day.

Often in bare feet, I was a rough and tumbled, dusty little girl.

I would come home with a bouquet of wild flowers that I picked. Then, under the tree, in the afternoon shade, I would create a little table from the things found round about the yard. Filling an old container with water I would place my little bundle of wild flowers on my table. Then, making imaginary tea and pouring for my invisible friends. I could play there alone and without any sense of time, in the Child's innocence and joy.

Where is that heaven now?

Oh, blessed Life, It is still right here, it has never left me....It is the Child of me, the eternal Life of me that is still here.

Nothing has changed. Time cannot touch that which is forever and real.

The Awareness then is the same as now.

The beauty that I saw then, is still here, within my self. Love is this beauty I am and Love is forever "before the world was". Love is timeless and eternal. Love includes all others and all things.

Love is really all there is, and nothing can alter or change this Truth.

I lived only a few blocks away from the Pacific Ocean, and I spent my summer days embracing and embraced by the sea and the sand, unaccompanied, but not alone.

Now today, I have the Child's heart still....and it is open and filled with the fresh sea air, sparkling ocean waters, the sound of gulls and right now I can hear glee of children, the waves breaking on the shore....Here it is, all within my heart.

The Child lives again, now here within me.....It is this infinite bounty of senses, sounds, colors; It knows the hot sand and the splendorous moment of the dive into a big, crystal- clear-green wave of cool, salty water.... I am all this, even now.

The light that was there, everywhere, that shimmering unlimited light, is the same radiance of here and now that permeates this room, this space, this time. It is all within me and in fact in no other place does all this love and light and beauty exist except within each of us. This Light of Life is who I am and this Light that has found me is the timeless Child found again.

The beauty, the light, the love, and all the blessings of my life I behold right here and now, in my heart and I know them because I know the Child, the genuine Light of myself, and this holy grace holds my hand now.

The Child, living Grace, this holds my hand and knows the way.

One can gather up all the worldly things from kingdom come and back but if you have not found again this Child, if the Child is not born again within you, you have not found the real thing.

It says in the Bible something about that....."Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

The real things are the unseen things within the heart of us.

My treasure is this, the Child's Heart returned to me..... not by my will, but only through the sanctity of Love have I been graced.

I am filled again with the timeless Light of an infinite and glorious love, a love that is like that shining, sparlkling and beautiful ocean of childhood days.

With Love, Sandy

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