We seldom realize, for example, that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by society. – Alan Watts
This morning when I was with one of my hospice patients, I thought, “What is the language of God?” I know that it’s not the English words that I write and speak. The language of God is the sound of my breath, the ocean waves, the song of a love bird, a baby’s cry, the sacred sound of OM, and music. The language of God is a smile, the sunset and sunrise, the mountain in the distance, loving human touch, and so many more things.
I am so grateful to relearn the language of love.