I wrote the piece "Burnished Love" for Agape International Spiritual Center's publication Inner Visions. I've been contributing every month ever since I became a licensed spiritual practitioner in 2009. When I write, I am always aware that I am ministering to my own soul. Spirit is revealing exactly what I need to hear. In this instance, Spirit spoke directly to me, addressing me - and the world at large. We are each the Beloved. We have come for such a time as this. 

Where there is great love there are always miracles.
Willa Cather

Who so loves believes the impossible.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

​Dear Beloved,
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Here we are together, love-light streaming across lifetimes and through galaxies and celestial bodies. We dip and burst, spin and bounce, unfurl and swirl. Delicately, intricately bound. Splendidly woven. Connected. I have always been with you. You are my dearest companion. I will continue to be with you – in sickness and in health, in goodness and in grace, until forever and beyond eternity.

“Why is this so?” you ask.

This morning I happily drove to pick up copies of The New York Times featuring an article about Amandla’s friendship with fellow actor Rowan Blanchard. Ahead of me was a very large man – in height and girth – who purchased half a dozen magazines.
 
“Would you like a bag with that?” asked the newsstand man.
 
“No, thanks,” replied the customer.
 
I placed my five hefty issues of the Sunday Times on the counter and handed him my credit card. He rang up my purchase. Silence. “May I have a bag please?” I asked.
 
“Sure,” he said, reaching for a white plastic bag behind him and placing the  papers inside.
 
I immediately launched into my default way of being and interacting in the world, a tactic I think I learned, perhaps unconsciously, from my mother. I engaged him.

1. Heading out the door to Agape the last Sunday in February aka Black History Month.