No one knows better than I do the ache, or the longing which love can bring. It’s the subject of so much poetry, music, art, even wars with out end… but I suspect that what the human race is collectively moaning about isn’t love at all.

It’s one thing to long for connection…
Look around you in the world, listen to the whisper of the breeze through the leaves in the trees, an inside joke, everyone is laughing with you, together in their unique, and beautiful snicker.

You are such a powerful woman, so bright and strong, and yet so tender and so many things.

Let go.

Be the love you are aching for.

Heal your heart mama. We need you.

* hug *