Right now, life feels like this. Ripped from my foundation. Aloft. Connected to nothing. Yet, all I need to do is close my eyes and remind myself. You are loved - and in an instant, I am - and then I'm whole again.
I've discovered an inexhaustible source of love and sometimes I feel so guilty. Like someone left the backdoor to heaven unlocked, and I've wandered in and am welcome to stay, despite having cheated death.
You're all welcome here you know. There's room for all of you. Whatever the question, whatever the problem . . . the answer is always love.