Following intuition, which so-often guides my walks, toward the end of today’s spiritually-fulfilling Midtown Atlanta miles, I’ve come across something etched many years ago into a North Avenue sidewalk: “GEORGE ♥ BARBARA 4EVER”.
George is my father’s name. Barbara was my mother’s name.
Most of walking across the country is sidewalk free, and I don’t see many etchings. I don’t remember stopping to read any sidewalk scribbles that I have noticed; however, after catching just the first three letters of George, and slowing to read everything, this one obviously engulfed me…
Across the ♥ , I’ve placed the golden bracelet that once belonged to my mother, which I’ve carried in my pocket for thousands of miles…
Interestingly, and probably not coincidentally, I’d taken some time out today to disappear into the trailside trees and focus on a love-centered meditation– ♥ even to include all the mosquitoes that were actively biting me.
The focus on developing the universal ♥ has led me to this…