Hello,
My name is Dina Pace.
I dedicate this recording to my brother,
To my sister,
To myself.
May we always come home,
Come back home to ourselves,
To the strength that lives within us.
May we feel how deeply rooted we are.
May we feel the strength of our roots running deep.
May we see them,
May we see them in our hearts,
Running deeply into the earth,
Deeply into the soil.
May the love,
The guidance,
The strength of our loving ancestors be with us.
The lessons they learned,
The hardships they endured,
The struggles,
The heartbreak.
May their lessons reside in us,
Strengthen us.
May we continue on in love,
Strengthened by them,
By what they've learned.
May it be embedded in our DNA,
May we feel it,
May we draw upon it.
From the place where they now abide,
Where the hardships,
The struggle,
The illusions have been lifted.
May we feel their love coming from the light.
May we feel that within us,
No matter the outer circumstances of our lives.
May we always have the ability to go within,
To the love that lives there.
All the love throughout our lives that we've experienced,
Every heartfelt hug that's comforted us.
Every moment we've shared the gaze of understanding with another,
Or felt the grief and shared it with those we love.
The times our hearts have been cracked open with love.
May we draw upon those times as they live within us and never leave us,
But are a part of us.
May we feel as our roots run even deeper,
Deeper,
Deeper home.
They have grounded in the source from which we came,
The ever loving sacred source.
May we feel that love deep,
Deep within us.
May we know that it is not based upon the circumstances around us.
Not even those who come and go in our lives.
May we know that the love we experience,
No matter what form it may come to us through,
That the love comes from that sacred source.
May we know that even if circumstances change,
The way others treat us or look at us,
Perhaps it could change,
Perhaps it does change.
But the source of that love never changes.
If we are open,
If we don't close,
If we let our budding petals open back up after the dark night of pain may come,
If we open to the sunshine,
If we invite sources of holy love to come to us,
May we trust that it will in whatever form it may choose.
May we look for it always.
May we trust like children that it's there awaiting us at every bend.
May we go back home like a turtle within the shell when we need to draw strength from that love,
When circumstances around us frighten us,
Shake us,
Rattle us.
May we go back home,
Drawing strength from these roots of love from which we are eternal and eternally grounded.
May we breathe deep,
Experiencing this breath of life that's given to us.
From where?
This breath we have no power over,
But comes from that source of love as a gift to this body,
Gifted to us for as long as we're meant to remain here in this form.
We turn home,
Allowing our breath to be that portal,
A reminder of the anger of our souls,
The reminder that we are more than the circumstances of our life,
That change and shift and flow like a leaf in a stream,
Traveling,
Traveling down the water of our lives.
May our breath remind us that we are anchored as we flow,
Anchored eternally,
Eternally knitted to one another,
Despite any separation,
The circumstances,
The emotions,
The struggles.
This life may make us believe has separated us,
But we are not separate.
We are all bound.
We are all bound to one another because we all are bound to source.
Our very breaths,
Our very breaths,
The common ground we all share,
A gift from our source,
Our heartbeats of which we have no control,
That beat within every living creature the gift of life.
We are one in source eternally,
But cannot be separated.
When we feel the separation,
Let us go back home.
Let us go back home to breath,
To source.
Let us feel our roots running deeply,
Deeply,
Deeply.
May we always feel the love,
The guidance,
The support of all those who have loved us in these forms,
Knowing that this love is rooted in our source,
In our home,
In the place we all belong to.
It never leaves us.
It never leaves us.
It is forever within us,
A part of us.
Despite the changing circumstances of our lives,
We are love.
If we follow our roots,
They lead to that source,
Which is love.
May we always,
Always have the ability to come back home,
Knowing this is where we come from.
This is where we go home to.
I love you.
