Bella took over my chair when I picked up the kitchen. Tiger is vocally here, suggesting it is time for bed.
I am awake. I am aware of the loss of the ring, and the gift in that. I feel compassion for the woman who took it. My sense is that she was looking for cash and may have found 20, 40, 60, or 80 dollars but with this theft she got something worth $10,000, a great deal of money, money that could change her life, and was it really needed in its stagnant, sterile form? Isn't the love and appreciation that bubble even now more freely forth the most important thing of all? The ring may have stood for something, and like the finger that points at the moon, it is not the moon. That cannot be touched.
I feel for her and wish her the best. We still have all we had and more, because we even more appreciate all we have.
What a gift is that!
I sleep tonight knowing she may have picked up some negative karma unless she uses the gift well and we are even more free and aware of what matters most.
I send her love and compassion tonight. I do not know what the ring means to her, but I have to believe that the love with which it was created is wearing off and she is affected. May we all sleep well in love and peace and the wonderful pulse of life and the full beat of heart, and the joy in which we all meet, the joy in which we meet, the gift of fullness and love!
