“A life of service is a life of joy;
Giving without condition,
the ultimate freedom.”
-Cybele (Love Song)
Because I had no living human example of what it meant to love unconditionally, I had no idea that it was indeed possible. And then I met Cinnamon and her twin soul and roommate, Heidi (Cybele). Two surrendered teachers, walking their talk and devoted to leaving everything and everyone better than they found it. When I entered their angelic realm of a two bedroom cottage off Deer Canyon Road, I never wanted to leave. I was home.
After spending one healing hour with Cinn and another hour with Heids, they gracefully walked me to their door and said goodbye. I asked them what I owed them. They wouldn’t take a penny. I remember walking away from their cozy nest, creating so much sadness that I had forgotten what unconditional love truly meant. My left eye was recovering from a biopsy, so I could barely see. Ironically, I was truly SEEING for my first time. They loved me enough to know that only I was the great healer in my life. Only I could change my reactions to challenges by being thirsty enough to do the work and claim my freedom. I learned that intention was NOT enough. They led me to the well of peace, and the rest was left to me. They had no attachment for me to take a drink. No attachment at all. They knew that it would take me trusting them with everything I had. I saw them as humble servants, giving with all their hearts while expecting nothing in return. My skeptical mind questioned, Is this too good to be true? So out-of-this-world-rare that I almost can’t believe it myself if I hadn’t lived it.
As I reached my Ford Explorer to go home to my husband and son, a spark of hope ignited deep in my core.
Almost eight years later, I am dedicated to paying it forward…
