Just Believe:2/24
From the journal February 2024:
The Universe whispered in my ear, a quiet rustle like the wind through the oaks, soft yet insistent, a promise wrapped in mystery. “Continue to share your heart,” it said, and I felt the weight of those words settle into my bones, heavy and warm, like a Sunday sermon that lingers long after the last hymn has faded. “I promise,” it continued, “when the time is right, I will deliver you the most amazing love…just believe.”
What a curious thing, this belief, this flickering flame that refuses to be extinguished even in the darkest of nights. It’s a fragile thing, belief—like a bird perched on a branch, ready to take flight at the slightest tremor. I think of the people I’ve loved and lost, the hearts that have collided with mine only to shatter into a thousand pieces, scattering like autumn leaves in the wind. Each loss, each betrayal, was a lesson wrapped in sorrow, a reminder that love is both a blessing and a curse, a balm and a blade.
Yet the Universe, in its infinite wisdom, beckons me to keep sharing my heart, to keep reaching out into the void, to keep opening myself to the possibility of connection. It’s a frightening prospect, to lay one’s soul bare, to invite the world in with all its raw edges and sharp corners. But what choice do I have? To close off would be to wither, to shrivel like a forgotten flower, and I refuse to let that happen.
So I take a deep breath and let the warmth of hope seep into my veins. I think of the love yet to come, the kind of love that is not just a fleeting moment but a steadfast presence, a force that will anchor me when the storms of life rage. I imagine it—an amazing love, yes, a love that dances through the chaos, a love that sees me for all that I am, with all my flaws and all my fervor.
It is a promise held in the hands of the Universe, a secret kept until the time is ripe. I can almost hear the ticking of the clock, the slow, steady march of time as it unfolds the pages of my life. I must believe, I must hold onto the idea that love is out there, waiting for me—waiting for the moments when my heart is open wide, when I am ready to embrace it fully.
The Universe knows my longing, knows the ache that resides deep within me. It encourages me to share, to be vulnerable, to trust that love will come when the time is right.
So I will continue to share my heart, to write, to speak, to reach out into the world with all its messiness and beauty. I will believe, for belief is the first step in the dance of love, and I refuse to let the shadows dim the light that flickers within me. The Universe has promised, and I will wait, with my heart open and my spirit ready, for the love that is coming.
