DAILY BLESSING
October 25, 2025
My dear Friend,
May you come to trust that what has vanished from your sight has not vanished from your life. Though you can no longer touch or see what once felt so near, may you come to feel its quiet pulse woven through the fabric of your days. There are presences that live in the silence — gentle and luminous — waiting to be sensed in the tender spaces between one breath and the next. Nothing beloved ever fully disappears; it simply changes its form and finds new ways to reach you.
When the ache of absence feels too vast to bear, may something within remind you that the soul does not obey the laws of loss. It knows how to recognize the trace of what endures beyond endings. It knows how to find its way toward unseen companionship — in a breeze that stirs the curtains, in a bird that lingers longer than expected, in the sudden warmth that floods your heart for no reason at all. These are whispers from the unseen side of love, reminding you that connection cannot be severed by time, nor by distance, nor even by death.
May you allow absence to become a teacher — not of despair, but of depth. For when you enter its silence, you begin to sense that emptiness is not truly empty; it is filled with echoes of what once was and what still is. Each memory, each tenderness, each fragment of love continues to ripple through your life, shaping who you are becoming. In this way, those who have gone still participate in your unfolding, their presence quietly guiding your steps as you move forward.
May you discover that remembrance is not about holding on, but about recognizing that you are already held — by a larger grace that keeps all things connected. What you once thought lost may be returning to you in subtler ways, through dreams that shimmer with old laughter, through the beauty of a morning light that feels strangely familiar, through a sudden knowing that you are not alone.
And so, may you learn to dwell gently with absence, until it no longer feels like an abyss but like a sacred threshold — a doorway between worlds where love continues to move freely. May peace find you there, in that quiet meeting place where longing softens into reverence, and where the unseen becomes a tender companion on your journey homeward.
I love You,
An
