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“The Place We Remember” by Sedona Torres Riversong
There was once a place—
I remember it not with the mind,
but with the soft knowing of the soul.
A place where kindness
moved through us like breath,
unnoticed, effortless, sacred.
Love was not something we reached for—
it was the ground beneath our feet,
the light within our gaze,
the language we never had to learn.
We shared as rivers share with the sea,
without question, without fear of lack—
and in that giving,
our hearts knew only fullness.
Oh, how natural it was
to open—
to bloom each day
into the quiet bliss of being.
And now…
I find myself standing at the edge of memory,
wondering—
have we wandered too far
from that gentle home?
For I look upon this world
and see shadows wearing crowns—
predators praised,
hearts turned silent,
and love…
treated as though it were weakness.
And something within me aches—
not in despair,
but in remembrance.
Because I know—
we have not lost it.
We have only forgotten.
Beloved, listen closely:
When we divide,
we do not break the world—
we dim the light within ourselves.
For love is not a fragile thing
that disappears in difference—
it is the great expander,
the sacred thread
that weaves all contrast into wholeness.
It is our greatest gift—
and our truest nature.
So today—
and in every quiet moment that calls you home—
pause.
Breathe.
Remember.
We are not separate travelers—
we are one unfolding story,
written in the ink of the same divine light.
Let the weight of judgment fall from your hands,
let resentment loosen its grip,
let the illusion of distance dissolve.
And in its place…
plant something simple.
A seed.
A gesture.
A kindness.
A moment of seeing another
as yourself.
Do not worry how mountains will move—
Love has always known how.
Your only task
is to plant the seed
and trust the light to rise.
The way forward is not by fighting each other, but by creating new pathways for humanity.