Love is light. It bathes us every day. Sometimes it does not seem this way, especially in winter. The place where I live can be dark and cruel – unless you look closely. The light is always there. Love is always there.
Light is love. It is a comforting blanket through our daily routine, the pure essence of the universe that connects us all – and forever will. It is always at our fingertips, a gentle thought away. Even in the midst of bigotry and hatred it is there. Look deeper and you will see. It cannot be extinguished. Light is always there.
When winter’s walls imprison us or harsh words make us doubt our own beauty, our own worth, look without and within, for we are all perfection guided by the light.
Do not cast a shadow upon this world. Be the light. Be the love.
Stepping Out with an Agoraphobic 