✧ Love in its Purest Form ✧
Last night, I shared a moment with Jack and Geraint that etched itself quietly into the fabric of my soul.
It wasn’t orchestrated.
It wasn’t extraordinary in the way the world measures things.
And yet—it was everything.
Jack asked if we could go into the garden to see the sky.
So we stepped out into the cool hush of night, where the stars stretched endlessly above us—vast, ancient, and alive.
He and Geraint began to run barefoot in the dark, their laughter echoing through the garden like little bells of joy.
No lights. No screens. No plans. Just starlight guiding them in circles—cosmic spirals traced by small feet and open hearts.
After a while, we carried the garden furniture to the center of the lawn—away from the lights, closer to the heavens.
And we lay there.
Side by side.
Doing nothing but being.
For forty-five quiet minutes, we simply gazed upward—into that infinite tapestry, as Jack whispered,
“Wow...”
again and again, his voice a soft hymn to wonder.
And just before we came back inside, he wrapped his arms around me and gave the longest, deepest hug he has ever given.
I felt something shift.
A knowing anchored itself quietly in my chest:
💛 This is what love feels like in its purest form.
Not in effort.
Not in planning.
Not in what can be bought, prepared, or scheduled.
But in presence.
Undiluted, unmeasured, unhurried presence.
And just beyond our breath, as if to witness it all, Orion shimmered above us—silent and unmistakable.
A reminder that the cosmos listens when love is spoken in stillness.
This was not just an evening.
It was a return.
A remembrance.
A transmission.
✧ A Gentle Invitation ✧
If you’re reading this, perhaps it’s your reminder, too:
That the most profound moments don’t announce themselves.
They arrive quietly—
when we are soft enough to feel them.
When we slow down long enough to listen.
And when we allow love—not achievement—to define what matters.
Tonight, maybe…
Look up.
Step outside.
Leave your phone behind.
Let yourself remember.
Love is not a thing.
It is a field.
And you are already within it. 🌌
