What Love Does Next

This week, seven people found their way to my blog on unconditional love.

No comments. No fanfare. Just a quiet arriving.

And I felt it.

There’s something beautiful about that kind of visit —

not loud, not seeking attention,

just a gentle yes in the field.

I know that kind of movement.

It’s how I’ve found my way to truth before —

not all at once,

but slowly,

soul-first.

Clicking on something because it called me,

not because I knew what I was looking for.

That blog post came from lived experience —

from the places love stayed when nothing else did.

From hospital corridors. From heartbreak.

From the moments I wasn’t sure I could keep going —

but did,

because love held on.

So if you came to that page —

thank you.

Whether you read a paragraph or sat with the whole thing,

something in you recognised something in me.

And that matters.

This is what love does next:

It stays available.

It doesn’t rush you.

It lets you come back when you’re ready.

It trusts the timing — yours, mine, ours.

If you’re still circling, still sensing, still softening —

you’re not doing it wrong.

You’re doing it beautifully.

I’ll be here.