Day 84: Review - Lessons 67 & 68

Here are the links to my blog postings for lessons 67 and 68:

Day 67: Love created me like itself.

Day 68: Love holds no grievances.

I mentioned in my original post for lesson 67 that God is Love, and if God created us in His own image, then we too are Love.  So I thought to myself today, "What is Love?"  Let's try to define it here, so that we can better understand not only Love, but also ourselves.

What is the "stuff" of Love?  It is difficult to grasp, since Love is not tangible.  Love, then, is not of the physical world, since it cannot be held in our hands or seen with the human eye.  Love is an energy, a shared connection.  It is a feeling of Joy, radiating outward.  It is a soothing Light, beheld within.  Love is innocence and wisdom wrapped into one.  Love is not having expectations or preconceived notions, for it is the absence of judgment.  It is the absence of fear, the absence of doubt.  It does not know guilt, nor blame, nor anger.  Love sings in harmony and dances with wild abandon.  Love draws in, pulls together - never apart.  Love recognizes itself in everyone and everything, and celebrates this recognition.  Love never dies, but only changes form.  One day it appears in the flash of a child's smile.  The next, it flows through the clouds and over the treetops.  It can never be seen on the impressions of our irises, but it can be felt, and it can be called by the yearnings of our spirit.

This is what Love means to me.  It exists only in the Here and Now, for that is all there really is.  It cannot hold grievances, because even the subtlest of these depend on past associations.  The future consists of merely projected expectations, and Love cannot be there, for expectations are contrived from past experiences.  If Love can only "be" right here, right now, then we can forget the rest.  We can choose Love every moment of every second of every day of our lives.  That is the blessing Love has given us.  That is the blessing of which we are made.  For we are Love.  Let us never forget it.

Until tomorrow,
Journeyman