Sacred Union

I made a choice, a choice that could be felt across the cosmos.I choose me and in choosing me, I also choose what reality I want to live in.I choose light. I choose love. And I choose all that fits in between. 

It is never too late… if you truly, really want it.

"Today we celebrate our love ❤️😍🥰✨! Robin, you are my longer-than-forever! I am grateful that you have been my guide and helped me step into my light ✨ and that I now get to see you step into yours brings me so much joy! Keep shining, my love ❤️🫶❤️. I love you always and forever ❤️."

My wife's words touched my heart and soul and made my very exitence tremble, it echoes everything we have discovered this year. They are a mirror of everything we have been through.

Over the past year, we have been exploring our relationship, our boundaries and our desires. We ventured into experiences that challenged us both, including those meetings who were a catalyst in the background, a spiritual and intimate encounter that tested our bond and our clarity.

The drama and attachment that arose were not obstacles, but lessons. They showed us that our mission was never about seeking someone else. It was about finding each other again. About stepping fully into ourselves while honoring our sacred bond.

It reminded me of a memory from a high school play by Bertolt Brecht called The Caucasian Chalk Circle.

In the play, a child is abandoned during a time of crisis. Two women claim to be the mother, and the child is placed in the center of a circle. Both are told to pull the child toward themselves. 

Only the one who lets go, acting out of selfless love, is revealed to be the true mother. 

Love is not possession and strength is shown in selflessness, not force.

That story has lingered in my mind for years, quietly shaping my understanding of love and connection. It reminds me that true love is not about control, but about presence, awareness and the willingness to honor what is real. 

Letting go, even for a moment, even if painful, can reveal what has always been ours.

Our own truth, our own light and the sacred bonds that endure.

I see the truth of our journey: letting go, even of desire, even of fear, can reveal what is sacred and real. What belongs. What has always been.

In our relationship, like in the play, letting go of external pressures allowed us to find what was real: our union, our love, our shared path. Just as Shiva and Shakti, or Ram and Sita, are momentarily apart yet destined to reunite, we found ourselves drawn together again.

Speaking, moving and breathing as one.

Our love is not fragile. It is alive. It is sacred. It is the embodiment of divine masculine and divine feminine, whole and undeniable.

A sacred Union.