Listen For Love

Truth ❤

Thomas Merton Poem
Right now…
Somewhere in a dimly lit hospital room, a woman exhales her final breath.
Not in fear. Not in regret.
But with the kind of smile that only comes from walking through hell with grace.
Five years of poison dripping through her veins.
Five years of pretending to be strong so her daughter wouldn’t crumble.
Her bones became glass.
Her hair scattered like autumn leaves.
And still—
She never broke.
Her last breath was not a surrender.
It was a victory.
A soft whisper that said, “I did it. I stayed soft in the fire.”

At the same moment, across town, under fluorescent lights and sterile walls—
Another woman hears the word remission.
She blinks.
She doesn’t believe it.
Then the weight of it hits her.
Like breath after drowning.
She collapses to the floor, not from weakness—
But from the strength it took to survive an unimaginable suffering.
Her tears are not just for herself,
But for every friend she lost in the waiting rooms.
For the child who cut her hair to match her baldness.
For the nights she screamed into her pillow,
“Why me?”
And for this one impossible, beautiful answer.
“You made it. You stayed soft in the fire.”

Right now…
A drunk driver runs a red light.
A boy chasing a soccer ball doesn’t see it coming.
His mother does.
But not in time.
The scream that leaves her body doesn’t belong to this world.
And time—cruel, indifferent time—keeps moving.

And at the same time—
Another mother stands in the parking lot of a prison,
face to face with the man who stole her child.
Two decades of rage swell in her chest—
And burst…
Into forgiveness.
Not because he deserves it.
But because she does.
Because rage is a prison too.
And she’s done serving time.
She wraps her arms around him and sobs,
not just for what was lost—
but for what she refuses to keep losing.

Right now…
An addict dies alone in a gas station bathroom.
Needle still warm.
Eyes rolled to the ceiling, like he’s searching for God too late.

At the same time—
Another addict is yanked from death by a stranger.
Narcan. Chest compressions.
A stranger screaming, “Not today, man. Not today.”
And the body gasps.
Eyes blink.
The dead returns.
A life saved not by a system,
but by someone who gave a damn.

Right now…
A newborn screams into the world.
And a father, ten years clean, holds her like she’s made of gold and grace.
He names her after the very thing that saved him.

At the same time—
A man stands on the edge of a bridge,
one step from vanishing.
And his phone buzzes.
“Please come home. I love you.”
He falls—
Not forward.
But into a second chance.

Right now…
A teenager puts down the blade and picks up the pen.
A veteran finally tells the truth.
A woman battling depression waters her plants.
And it matters.
It all matters.

Because this moment—
this breath right here—
is not still.
It’s not small.
It’s sacred.

It’s the woman who died.
The woman who lived.
The boy who didn’t make it.
The mother who forgave.
The addict who vanished.
The stranger who saved.
The baby named Grace.
The text that stopped a su***de.
The blade not used.
The heart cracked open.
The choice to feel anyway.

All of it—
right now.

We are part of this.
We are this.

Our breath adds to the weight of the world’s becoming.
Our silence or our scream—
tips something.

There is no neutral.
Every step we take
either closes a wound or deepens one.
Every choice,
a ripple.

We are not small.
We are the tremor before the avalanche.
The whisper before the breakthrough.
The moment that breaks the pattern,
or becomes it.

And so the question is not,
“What is happening in the world?”
The question is:

“Which part of me—us— will rise right now?”

The part that hides?
Or the part that heals?

The one who numbs?
Or the one who reaches for help?

The one who repeats the pain—
or the one who rewrites it?

Because someone, somewhere, is falling apart right now.
And someone, somewhere, is falling together.
And that difference…
could be you.

~ Chris Johns ❤️‍🔥

Spring n Nature!

Just heard on the news this morning that a young boy called 911 and they answer his call, " what's your emergency?" And he tells them 'they need to come and arrest his "Mom"!!
They asked him 'What seemed to be the problem?."

And he told them
"She ate his ice cream ‼️"

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Love is a practice that deepens over time, without attachment to the outcome. We love because it aligns with the experience we're worthy of, not for a return of love. It’s about embodying the highest consciousness and living our purpose. Love always wins, no matter what. 💖 How do you approach love in your life? Let us know in the comments! Watch the full video "The Secret to a Healthy Relationship" here: https://youtu.be/Z_fgQPbDvYw

Kudos

Whatever happens, stay alive.
Don't die before you're dead.
Don't lose yourself,
Don't lose hope,
Don't lose direction.

Stay alive, with yourself,
with every cell of your body,
with every fiber of your skin.
Stay alive, learn, study, think,
read, build, invent, create, speak,
dance, write, dream, design.
Stay alive, stay alive inside you,
Stay alive also outside,

Fill yourself with colors of the world,
Fill yourself with peace,
Fill yourself with hope.
Stay alive with joy.

There is only one thing
you should not waste in life,
and that's life itself.

- Virginia Wolf

So True❤️

Thank you