I love it Jay! My first experience of love was space. The walls fell away from my mind - one, two, three, four. Then the ceiling lifted off and the floor fell away. Space. I was space. It was amazing. Not at all what I expected love to look like, or feel like, but it was love all the same.
Susan, that image—those four walls dropping, then the ceiling lifting, then even the floor letting go—yes. That’s it. That’s the kind of love nobody teaches us to look for, and still, once it arrives, nothing else compares. I know exactly what you mean: the kind of love that doesn’t hold or chase, just is. Spacious, not because it leaves, but because it allows. And maybe that’s what makes it trustworthy.
Thank you, Constellations! It's such a gift to hear you speak of the 'vast space and canyon of being' – you truly felt the essence of what I hoped to convey. Thank you for this beautiful reflection! ✨
Thank you, Stephanie! It means so much that line resonated. Learning to adapt, truly, is where a powerful kind of strength reveals itself, isn't it? Sending warmth back to you.
Reading something like this creates an opening, and as you often say, Jay, "I feel this deeply." I recognize so much of my own journey and practice, my strengths sitting squarely in front of me, but in you. Truth and spaciousness. Only a week ago, someone I love asked me (it was a compliment) how I respond to things the way I do, and I said, "I've spent some time learning how to create space." The "Landscape" phrases as you wrote them here, grouped together, are like poem and prophecy together. Thank you for this. I know wisdom is incubated in an atmosphere of challenges and discipline.
You embody and emulate the archetype of a teacher. This most certainly is a gift, and one that not everyone is bestowed with. You keep on receiving more and more, because you so generously share it. I learn SO much each time I read your pieces. My gratitude dear Jay from across the ocean waves 🌊 to you. Xo 💙
I love it Jay! My first experience of love was space. The walls fell away from my mind - one, two, three, four. Then the ceiling lifted off and the floor fell away. Space. I was space. It was amazing. Not at all what I expected love to look like, or feel like, but it was love all the same.
Susan, that image—those four walls dropping, then the ceiling lifting, then even the floor letting go—yes. That’s it. That’s the kind of love nobody teaches us to look for, and still, once it arrives, nothing else compares. I know exactly what you mean: the kind of love that doesn’t hold or chase, just is. Spacious, not because it leaves, but because it allows. And maybe that’s what makes it trustworthy.
You speak my language. Space accepts everything.
Beautiful, Jay! The vast space and canyon of being. Wow.
Thank you, Constellations! It's such a gift to hear you speak of the 'vast space and canyon of being' – you truly felt the essence of what I hoped to convey. Thank you for this beautiful reflection! ✨
Of course! I love the cosmic expanse of space as well. Room to move. Room to inhale and exhale. Room to dance. Room to breathe. Room to sing!
This was so poignant: "I didn’t shatter. I adapted." <3
Thank you, Stephanie! It means so much that line resonated. Learning to adapt, truly, is where a powerful kind of strength reveals itself, isn't it? Sending warmth back to you.
Again…. Wow! 🤩🙌🥰
This is also me to a T 💕
I am Here, Now finally Living and continuing to speak my Truth.
I Am Canadian. I always felt “ safe” yet never spoke to my family to this day about whom I choose to Love.
It is NONE of their business, as it does not change who I AM.
These days, I have deliberately altered my appearance so that I could NEVER. Be mistaken for someone I am NOT.
Beige. Boring. Neutral. Blah.
🏳️🌈💫🕊️💕🇨🇦
Reading something like this creates an opening, and as you often say, Jay, "I feel this deeply." I recognize so much of my own journey and practice, my strengths sitting squarely in front of me, but in you. Truth and spaciousness. Only a week ago, someone I love asked me (it was a compliment) how I respond to things the way I do, and I said, "I've spent some time learning how to create space." The "Landscape" phrases as you wrote them here, grouped together, are like poem and prophecy together. Thank you for this. I know wisdom is incubated in an atmosphere of challenges and discipline.
You embody and emulate the archetype of a teacher. This most certainly is a gift, and one that not everyone is bestowed with. You keep on receiving more and more, because you so generously share it. I learn SO much each time I read your pieces. My gratitude dear Jay from across the ocean waves 🌊 to you. Xo 💙