Beloved is one of my names for the divine spacious presence I carry in my heart and whose eternal and infinite presence holds me also. I’ve glimpsed my Beloved, and often. And forgotten my Beloved as often as not. It is a strange dream, this living. A strange dream and a holy pursuit- full of beauty, love, longing and belonging. What I long for is this: The joy of awakening over and again to find myself in the arms of the day; to awaken and say, “Hello my Beloved. Hello my Beloved which is everywhere.” ~Ingrid, From The Joy Book
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This is just beautiful. I wrote a poem along these lines about 10 years ago. If I ever find it I’ll send it to you!
Your photos are such a lovely reminder of how our Beloved IS everywhere if we but take the time to look….and feel….
Blessings to you!
Thank you Diantha, you always leave me such lovely comments. I would love to see your poem someday, and hear more about your interview of light and angels! Joy to you, Ingrid
Ingrid, what a beautiful scene you paint here with words and photos. To greet the day this way would be amazing, esp. to NOT greet any sense of “Gotta Do” or heaviness of the world. To consider walking in this way brings joy to my heart. I am going to plant this in the forefront of my mind, “Hello, Beloved,” and try to awaken myself with it, beginning tomorrow morning. :-0
(The flowers by the way are stunning. Such color!)