I hope the sun rises for her birhday this morning into a perfect sky, waves crashing on the shoreline. I’m thankful she found me, and was there as I was coming into bloom, breathing life onto the flower. Still, I cherish those days, that time, when passion for life expanded with the images, song and words we shared and, especially, the words we created for each other, the growth and healing in them. When we were finally able to touch, that love didn’t translate into the physical presence, as is sadly so often the case. Separated by hemispheres, it often felt as if we were closer than the touch of our fingers on the keyboard. It was an extraordinary time for me, part of a period that saw my already blooming heart and soul open fully to the wonder of it all and the possibility of love. As I listened, I remembered that in just a couple days in her part of the world, now this morning, the sun would rise on the anniversary of her birth.ĭeva Premal is just one of the many wonders we shared with each other, discovered together, in our epistolary love affair.
It was my introduction to the grounding peace and tranquility of mantras. It reminded me, as it often does, of the woman who gave it to me. A couple days ago, this mantra played during a peaceful, energetic, meditative moment while in a healing session with my chiropractor.
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