My dear,
There is a light that fills you when you enter it. There is a warmth in that light, not a normal sort of warmth that hovers on the outside – but a deep sort, that penetrates and soothes as it does. There is a remembering of all the goodness, and a forgetting of all that isn’t.
There is a taste of heaven in all love.
To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.
Falsely yours,
Karen Sunde
