I have true love on my mind right now for many reasons.  I also have poetry streaming through my consciousness- for many reasons.  I’m writing some and I’ve fallen in love with a poet who is writing me poetry daily.  It all brings me back to David Whyte who truly introduced me to poetry in about 1999 when I saw him speak, randomly and unexpectedly at a conference.

I heard him recite this poem, The Truelove which has been a prayer and now an anthem of sorts for all these years.  Believing against all seeming lack of evidence in my life that this was possible for me. That I was not beyond love as he writes (in another poem called Sweet Darkness).


The Truelove

There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.

I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.

Years ago in the Hebrides
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of baying seals

who would press his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water

and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them

and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,
except it will
not come so grandly
so Biblically
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love

so that when
we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and everything confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t
because finally
after all this struggle
and all these years
you don’t want to any more
you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness
however fluid and however
dangerous to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

  — David Whyte
from The House of Belonging
©1996 Many Rivers Press

I read that poem out loud on my bridge on Valentine’s Day two years ago in to the water below and released it, hoping for a miracle.  It may have taken a couple of years to come back to me but we were incubating.  My sweetheart read it out loud to me a few nights ago, being familiar with this poem himself.

I have tears thinking of the fulfillment of this deep dream that I’d actually stopped dreaming of.  So had he, right around the same time I let go of it all, he also let go in his life.

Until, over Thanksgiving in Sedona, I had three dreams, three nights in a row where I woke up feeling in love.  I went to a sacred prayer spot with  Rob and sent healing energy to an injured friend with him. Afterward I told him about my three dreams over three nights and he said “maybe someone is coming your way”.


My love contacted me that night, inspired by my poem he’d read online and, what he described “a white aura all around you”.

And so it began.  I’m so happy.  I’m so in love.  I’m so at ease. I’m so relieved.  I feel so loved.  I feel so supported.  I feel so understood.  I feel so completed.


No one is in this more than the other.  The sameness of our feelings has created this safe ship to sail in.

I can’t begin to describe the synchronicities as they’ve unfolded in this short time but know this:  he is right there up on the left side of my Treasure Map.

treasuremap14The second largest image on it.  And I didn’t even see it until he showed me.  It was as plain as day.

My poem that inspired him to contact talked about a fox and his first words to me included:

That you seek
The fox
Not the owl.

Are the owl?

Why is he talking about an owl? I thought.  It made no sense.

And there they are, the fox and the owl.  Together, a couple right on my treasure map.


i love this picture of him

We are writing together (we created our own private blog) and sharing and learning and growing. And ready for big adventures.  Not the least of which laughing out loud constantly.  I’ve never had a man make me laugh like this.  Ever.  We jumped in to the deep end holding hands and haven’t struggled for one second.  We have let the water buoy us up in our surrender and it’s just so easy I can barely believe it.  But believing I am in spite of myself.

That’s about all I can say right now.


I will end on a little David Whyte sharing that touched me this morning.  My love speaks just like this to me.

I am so beyond lucky I , I, I just don’t have words.

6 thoughts on “truelove

  1. spellbound4

    My sweet KatieCoo, I have tears of joy reading this. I am ecstatically happy for you. 👫 💗💙

    Thank you for sharing the poems and the dream coming true. You, my dear, are reaping the rewards of patience, and not settling for less than you deserve. Blessings in abundance will be yours.

    Happiest holiday wishes to you and your loves.

  2. lovelaw


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