Sometimes great joy brings you great tears. Don’t mind tears. Welcome them. Sometimes your heart is so full and you are so unaccustomed to such fullness, that tears leak out the way ballast is thrown over to balance a boat. It is no crime to weep from joy. It is no crime to weep for any reason or no reason.
Honor tears. They have a merit. They are not something you are supposed to keep down. Let tears come to your heart’s content. Tears let you know that you are not made from stone. Tears signal that you are a vibrant live person who has feelings and sometimes feelings beyond the known. Tears will tell. Count on the tenderness of tears.
Sometimes you cry, and you know not why. Know that your feelings are shedding their skin, as it were. Be glad. Be glad you can cry. It would indeed be something to cry over if you could not cry. That would be occasion for sadness. Be glad for tears. Honor their presence. Bemoan their disappearance.
Have I given you too many things to do or not to do? Of course, all
guidance I give boils down to love, so, in actually, there is only one
thing I ask of you, and that is to love yourself. You cannot love
others more than you love yourself. I speak of loving and not
attachment, beloveds. I speak of loving yourself and not holding
yourself for ransom, as it were.
Life is not either/or. You do not have one choice or two. You have
many-petaled choices. When you were a child, you took a daisy, and you
said with each petal, "He loves me, he loves me not." You left out
other possibilities, that he likes you, that he makes you happy, that
you like him and you make him happy. Life is many-layered and not so
This thing about love is that it is your destiny. It is your choice of destiny, yet, when you see through clear eyes, you have no choice. You know the difference between a nickel and a dime, so what can you do but choose the dime? You know what love is worth, and it is worth everything. There is nothing that compares to love. Nothing in High Heaven and nothing on Earth. Love is all there is, and love is mighty, not as a fortress but as a gateway.
The force of love is a power to be reckoned with. Love is a power. It is a power for good. Who would want less than a power for good? Who would want to keep all the odds and ends of life that you may have kept to pour over and perhaps collect more of?
Are not fruit and flowers My messengers? Are not all the animals of
the field and forest and ocean sea? And are not you, My beloved child,
are you not My messenger sent to deliver love and peace to the world?
You must know by now that time is meaningless. Oh, yes, you rush to keep up with it, yet it is always ahead of you – or behind you. It circles around you, ready to wrangle you, to entrap you, to reduce you, to make you temporary as it is instead of eternal as you are. Time itself is a time-waster. And yet time catches you in its net and won’t let you go. You look forward, and you look backward. You are always trying to manage time. You make lists for it.