Listening for Love
This morning, as I sit writing and looking out at the dunes from my cottage in Bodega Bay, I’m struck by how my inner relationship with myself colors the world around me.
In Exquisite Being, we speak of the Pillars of Harmonic Relationship, which are essential ingredients that support growth and harmony in relationships.
Lately, I’ve been contemplating what it means to have a truly harmonic relationship with oneself. This exploration has taken me deep into my heart. It’s required slowing down, and meeting myself with patience and loving compassion. I’m learning that tending to my inner world—and my life as a whole—is sacred. My life is unique, and so is yours. This requires one’s own unique walk with one’s own heart, with one’s own unique love signature.
I've come to see more clearly that being present with myself must always come first. Without that, I lose my center. That center is my place of rest, reorientation, and inner guidance. And the doorway to it is one simple act: Listening.
When I pause and listen in stillness, I often sense a subtle current—something I can only describe as love—moving through me. It begins in my heart, flows down through my solar plexus, and into my lower body, grounding me through my feet into the earth. As this current moves, my mind quiets, and I open into a beautiful receptivity where a sense of peace settles in.
I call this sensation a “the call of love”—an invitation to relax and let its energy flow through me.
When I allow myself to listen to and receive this quiet, loving current, something softens. The noise of self-doubt fades, and I remember who I am beneath the stories and longing. It’s not always easy to slow down enough to notice this subtle presence, but the more I do, I find clarity and a sense of inner belonging. Nothing else is needed in that place of loving presence.
This is what it means to me to live in a harmonic relationship with myself—to listen deeply, to honor what arises, and to move from love rather than fear. It’s a practice, not a destination. Some days I forget. Some days I resist. But even in those moments, I’m learning to meet myself with grace.
My hope is that, in sharing this, you might be reminded to listen for the quiet currents of love moving through your own being. They’re always there, waiting for your attention.
Pause for Reflection:
When was the last time you paused to truly listen to yourself—not your thoughts, but the quiet presence beneath them?
In what ways is love already speaking to you—through your body, your breath, your heart?
