You miss the connection. But we have never been disconnected.

I miss the everyday encounters with You. I remember the early years just recording our conversations, the simple act of keeping a journal. Then it seemed to move into sharing. And today it seems my time is spent moving deeper into what we have spoken. I like that too. In sharing with others I find myself reliving the experience with You. I think I want a better balance.

It reminds me of the priest going into the Holy of Holies, as perhaps a bit opposed to giving what was said to the people – somehow sharing it in a way they might understand. I think I’m past the idea of needing a response. It’s just the hearing, the Wisdom discovery, the sharing of words and images, moving on to the next. But I have already heard so much to move through this way. I want to do it all. But the hearing – I need that most of all.

So I am here again, knowing that even if I have no particular subject, no question, no thoughts to comment, that You are still here. Still here after all these years, wanting to be here, wanting to speak with me. It’s as if we are reconnecting after a long absence, each of knowing this is what we would rather do, even though the other is important too.

How is that? What is that? How does anyone disconnect from this, lose the togetherness? I find this feeling most when there is so much more going on with life: the family, the work, the plans, the never-ending interactions of life. I can slow down, move things aside for this moment. I would do it more often.

It doesn’t matter the age. It’s the heart. There is no time to the connection of hearts. They bond, they move, they miss when apart. It is the reconnection after a long absence of being apart. You rediscover the fullness of the heart. It’s the space; there’s something else the heart yearns for within. It feels. It wants. It needs. And it’s the surrounding of presence. A place unknown, of wonder, of expectation. You are built for that, to explore with Me the kingdom prepared for you.

Still, it’s like you want to take pictures along the way. It’s the reminders of the journey, to hold, to share with others. These are memories. But memories are different with Me. It’s not a one time event in your life, to be recorded, to say I have been here, to stack the experiences to perhaps never to be met again. Not with Me. They are always. They connect always. They merge into being together, not separate, not individual, not alone. This is what it means to be as one.

It’s never a remember when; it’s always a now. Not the past, not the future, just now. Never forgotten, but experienced new again. You miss what you thought you have lost, once experienced, kept like jewels as reminders. But nothing is a ‘was’, always a now. There is no need to yearn for what used to be - come again, and experience it now. I am always here.

Has the voice changed? Does it speak differently? Or does it move in the same way as always? The words might seem somehow different; it has become a deeper conversation between two. We are no longer meeting for the first time. We have moved into something deeper, something more than excitement at events. More intimate. Where the hearts meld. Where presence can even be unspoken. Yet nothing has changed, all of it is still here; all remains. Miracles continue, Wisdom abounds, Goodness expressed in unfamiliar ways, new things for us to do together. This never changes.

You miss the connection.

But we have never been disconnected.