It is the ultimate power and source.  Love is the stuff we’re made of.  It weaves in and out of this particular reality effortlessly; spanning the ages and farthest regions of time and distance.  It is unconditional.

When you are not in that place of knowing; stop, and breathe.  Look outside the window.  See a gift like the bird in the tree.  The strength and beauty of the trees. These are all gifts.