Know this, I cared for you!

There were no expectations, there
was no hidden agenda. But you made that
into something so negative, in your mind and toughts,
your reaction and interpretation broke me
to the core of my being.

There was no way back, no possible reconciliation
for your thoughts were so hard and untrue. I could
do nothing but leave you too your own devices.
For I tolerate much, but never this, too be
made a monster for genuine caring about you.

Adieu

The woman becomes increasingly aware that love alone can give her full form, just as the man begins to realize that spirit alone can give his life its highest meaning.
At their core, both seek a soulful relationship with the other, because love needs spirit—and spirit needs love—to reach fulfillment.

~ Carl Gustav Jung

There is a small truth we often forget:
the light we give does not make us smaller.
It moves outward, yes,
but it does not disappear.
It lives in conversations,
settles into moments of care,
rests in people who may never tell us
how much a small kindness mattered.
Light is patient.
It knows how to wait.
What we offer in sincerity becomes
part of the world’s memory.
It travels through hands and hearts,
softened by each encounter,
until one day it returns to us
as unexpected support,
as warmth in a difficult hour,
as the feeling that we are not alone.
This is not a transaction.
It is a quiet circulation of grace.
When you give light,
you are participating in
something larger than yourself.
And when it comes back to you,
it is not to reward you,
but to remind you
of who you have always been.

Rivers in the Ocean ❤

Art: Catherine McMillan