When You Still Love Someone Who Is No Longer In Your Life

If you still love someone who is no longer in your life, this meditation is for you.

Perhaps you're missing them. Holding onto memories. Wondering how to carry the love that remains without losing yourself in it.

In this gentle guided meditation, you'll be invited to step out of the struggle of 'letting go' and into a softer way of holding the love you feel...

Not by forgetting.
Not by forcing yourself to move on.

But by holding the love that remains with compassion, acceptance, and care.
This meditation may help if:
- You still love someone who is no longer in your life
- You're moving through heartbreak, grief, endings or loss
- You're carrying love for someone you've had to leave behind
- You're wondering how to move forward while still loving them

The love does not need to disappear for healing to begin..

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Music: With Absolute Trust - Elm Lake

Transcript

Welcome, Beautiful one. I invite you. To gently turn. Toward whoever has been living within. Your heart. Perhaps there is someone you've been thinking about. Someone. You miss. Someone who once felt deeply woven into your days. Or perhaps it is not the person themselves. That lingers now. The memories. The conversations. The hopes you once held. The way things might have been. Some people. Leave their mark on us. The heart remembers this. So for these next few moments. There is nothing you need to force yourself to release. Nothing you need to move past. This is simply a space. To rest beside what is here. You Take a slow, Nourishing breath in … Hmm. Allah. Easy breath out. Again. Breathing in. Breathing out. Allow your body to settle. Your shoulders softening. Your jaw loosening. The space. Around your eyes. Relaxing. Feel the support beneath you. Holding your way. Without average. And for a moment. Let yourself arrive. Exactly. As you are. Now. Imagine. That you are sitting beside. A calm stretch of water. In the quiet light. Of evening. The air is warm. The water. Is still. The sky. Is painted in soft gold. Fading slowly. Inter-blue. You sit comfortably. At the water's edge. I'm Harry. With nowhere else to be. And beside you rests the feeling that you've been living with. Perhaps. It appears as a small piece of driftwood. Or a stone. Or a presence. Just noticing that it is here. This presence. May hold sadness. Longing. Love. Disappointment. Questions that were never fully answered. And Part of you. Has been working very hard with this feeling. Trying to understand it. Trying to figure out. When it will finally leave. But for now. . . There is nowhere to get to. Is just. This moment. Just this breath. Notice what happens when you stop asking the feelings. To go away. What happens when you stop arguing with the fact that you care? Because Caring. Was never the problem. Longing. Does not mean you are moving backwards. You Every human heart carries this at some point. The ache of absence. The wish for one more conversation. That things could have unfolded differently. You are someone who loved. Something real. Take a slow breath in… and breathe out. As you sit beside the water. You notice. The water. Is moving. Not dramatically. Just a quiet moment. Continuous flow. It does not hold on to what passes through it. And yet. . . It loses nothing of itself. The same water. That releases. Also. Remain. What would it mean? To carry this love differently. Not to pretend it didn't matter. But to hold it. More gently. The way you'd cup water. In your hands. Present with it. Without gripping. You can love. What was? And still live fully here. You can honor what mattered. Without holding it. At the center of every day. Place one hand. Over your heart. Feel the warmth. Beneath your palm. The steady rise and fall. Off your breath. And know. At the tenderness. You feel right now. This love that still matters. It is one of the ways. The Harsh Honours. Who touched your life? It is a sign. That you are beautifully human. Let these next words settle softly within you. Watch I fell. Was real. I am allowed. To carry this gently. I can love what was. And still. Below. To now. When you are ready. The image of the water. Begin to soften. And faith. You Begin. To feel the surface beneath your body. The way. Of your hands. The air. In the room around you. A deeper breath in. Let it go. As you return. Perhaps. What you've been holding. Feels a little lighter now. The love. Does not need to disappear. For healing to begin. You are simply learning to carry it differently. Stay. As law. As your soul needs.