Love Remembers Us
There are times when pain becomes so great that we lose all sense of our belonging. We forget love, forget ourselves, and forget the quiet ground beneath our lives. Yet perhaps the deeper mystery is this: while we may lose sight of Love, Love has never once lost sight of us.
There are seasons in life when pain closes around the heart so completely that we forget Love altogether. Not love as sentiment or affection, but the deeper Love that lives beneath all things—the quiet ground of our belonging.
We forget its warmth, its nearness, its silent way of holding us even before we knew how to ask to be held. In those moments, the world can seem abandoned, and we mistake our forgetting for the disappearance of Love itself.
But Love does not leave when we cannot feel it.
It does not turn away because the mind has become frightened or the body weary. It remains beneath the forgetting, like a fire hidden beneath ash, waiting with impossible patience.
And perhaps this is one of the great mysteries: that even when we have lost all memory of our belonging to Life, Love has not lost memory of us.
It continues to breathe quietly beneath the sorrow, beneath the numbness, beneath the long night of separation.
Sometimes healing begins not when we finally remember Love, but when we begin to suspect that Love has remembered us all along.
Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
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May the work offered here serve peace, serve healing, serve remembrance, and serve the quiet dignity of being alive. May this sanctuary belong not to one person alone, but to the field of life itself.
And may all who encounter it feel, even for a moment, that nothing is missing and they are not alone.