Love Has No Borders

   It had been six months since my mom died. Even though we never had the greatest relationship there were days I deeply missed her.

            I walked into my office at home and looked around at all the things that had been piling up - time to get cleaning.

            I turned on my computer and opened my iTunes for some music. I hadn't opened this program since my mom's memorial service. One of the things we both loved was music - and all sorts of it. I had put together a playlist of her favorite music to play in the room we had set up at her memorial with photos from her life. I was proud and impressed her tastes ran from Billie Holiday to Guns N Roses.

            It was with a heavy heart I turned on my iTunes and picked out some music to encourage a clean sweep of my office.

            Still, I was feeling melancholy. I walked to the window where the sun shone brightly. As I stood there, I picked up a gift my mother had given me. This gift was unusual because it was something she had bought retail and while traveling. Neither of which she did frequently. She was an antique dealer so nearly all my gifts from her were antiques. 

            I held this Raku pottery heart in my hand. It was a rattle. I loved this gift. I loved the way it felt in my hand. It was plump and full, not exactly smooth but not rough either. It was blue and purple with shifting shades of grey and magenta. It had black Japanese writing on it. I ran my fingers over the writing as I stood looking outside into the sun as the music played. I shook the heart with all the pieces inside rattling around. I turned it over and to my surprise, at the very base of the heart was written in plain English BELIEVE.

            How had I missed that all these years? I must have had it for at least four years now! I read the word again. As I re-read Believe again the music changed catching my attention. I turned, puzzled, knowing I had not selected Elton John yet I recognized the beginning of the song but could not place it.

            I walked to my computer. There at the top of the screen read the single word BELIEVE. I was stunned. It was Elton John's song “Believe” that my iTunes had started to play.

            I cried with happiness as this familiar song played with its most beautiful lyrics bringing in even more meaning into my life and "rattling" my heart. I listened intently to the message of belief in love because it's all we have that love has no boundaries and no borders to cross. I knew this to be true without a doubt. It left me with a phrase repeating in my head and in my heart, I believe in love, I believe in love, I believe in love.....

*I wrote this short story for the published book “Spirit is talking to You” True Stories of Signs, Wonders, Inspiration, Love and Connection compiled and written by Joan Doyle.

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