The Power of Love

I have been playing a song over and over lately....The Power of Love.  Originally performed by Frankie goes to Hollywood but more recently covered by the melodic, Angelic voice of Gabrielle Aplin.

Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away
I'm so in love with you
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I'll be around
With my undying death defying love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling light, flowers and pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushing in, rushing inside of me

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

This time we go sublime
Lovers entwined divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure, the only treasure
I'm so in love with you
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky scraping dove
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The words resonate with my soul.  Imagine what we could achieve, where life would take us, the relationship we would have with ourselves and others if we truly believed in the power of love. Love heals, it gives us direction and it banishes fear.  Love is who we are, the very essence of our being.

Robert Holden writes in his beautiful poem Disappearing into Love

When they ask you what is your
religion, tell them that it is
love.

And if they ask you what is your
politics, tell them that it is
also love.
If they ask you what that means,
you can tell them your
philosophy is love.
If they want to know anything
else about you, tell them your
favourite occupation is
loving.
And don’t forget to tell them
that your nationality is
love.
And that even your blood
group Is love.

Not everyone will stick around
to hear what you say next,
but fear not.
Family and friends may get busy
so as to pretend to forget what
you just said.
It’d drive them crazy now to know
that their blood group is also love,
that their nationality is love,
and that the real work of their
life is love.
One day they will give in, and then
their philosophy will be love,
their politics will be love,
and their religion will be love.
Love gets us all in the end.
We all of us disappear back into
love eventually.


Make love your goal....!

Love and Blessings

Jean xxx

A journey back to where I started...!

It has been a while since I have posted but now I am back with renewed vigour and looking forward to sharing my blog with you. As life does, it has taken me on a journey with mixed blessings.  I have hopefully risen to some of the challenges, grown spiritually and continue to discover new things about myself and life,

When I started out originally, I had the desire to reach as many people as possible to tell them that they and each and every person is truly magnificent.  I look forward to sharing articles, thoughts, books, videos and quotes with you.  All will have the simple message that encourages you to see how truly magnificent you are. How much you deserve your self love and how your happiness is a gift to the world.

Life has been hectic since the last time I posted. My parents took ill. My dad with Dementia and my mum with Alzhiemers. Both needed full time care.  Watching the people I love so much fading away before me took a lot of strength to remain peaceful, joyful and grateful for the beautiful life that I have.

Sadly I lost my dad in September last year.  His passing was the most serene and beautiful experience I have ever encountered.  Like a lot of people, death frightened me.  Sitting with my dad alongside my family, I realised there was nothing to be scared of.  My dad was a happy, peaceful man. Born in Dublin in the 1930s he had a difficult upbringing.  He came to England to find work, met my mum and had five children.  He loved singing and was patriotic about his homeland.  The night he passed he was surrounded by a huge loving family who didn't hold back in telling him how loved he was and how much he had meant to us all,  We played his favourite songs, we laughed about the shared experiences we had as a family and then silence fell as he slipped away and returned home to his parents and loved ones who we believe were waiting to welcome him with loving arms.

My mum remains in care and we find some comfort that her illness has not allowed her to process that my dad has died.  After 56 years together, she would have found it hard to go on without her soul mate.

Even in the midst of sadness and grief, life can be joyful.  It sometimes takes a daily reminder to remember all the good things and the happy shared times.  These are the things I hold on to when my heart feels like it is a little bit broken.

Love and Blessings

Jean x

PS its good to be back x