The Eternal Embrace: A Letter to Love, Abundance, and the Spirit of Grandmother

Dear Love,

There is a love that transcends time, a presence that lingers even when the body fades, a voice that speaks through the wind, the sun's warmth, and the hush of the moonlit night. It is the love of a grandmother—vehement, unwavering, sacred. It is the kind of love that wraps itself around the marrow of your bones, whispering, "You are held, you are whole, you are home."

Grandmother, your love has been my sanctuary, altar, and abundance. Your hands—weathered by time, softened by wisdom—have traced the sacred lines of my journey, pressing protection into my skin, wrapping me in an embrace that no storm could undo. You have been my unwavering guide through the labyrinth of existence, always there to show me the way and remind me that I am, have always been, and will always be enough.

I have heard your prayers rise like incense, curling into the heavens, their echoes still cradling me in moments of uncertainty. Your prayers have been a constant source of comfort, a reminder that I am not alone. I have felt your blessings in the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, in the way my feet always find solid ground even when the earth beneath me trembles. You have woven your spirit into the fabric of my being, into the breath that gives me life.

Your love is the kind that defies reason—it does not barter, it does not waver, it does not demand anything in return. It is a boundless ocean of devotion, a timeless rhythm that sings through my blood. In my weakest moments, I hear your voice lifting me, steadying me, urging me to stand in the fullness of my own divinity. Your love is not just a feeling, it's a force that guides and empowers me.

I carry your love as a shield, sword, prayer, and proclamation. I have absorbed your essence, your wisdom, your strength, and I carry them with me in my actions, my thoughts, and my being.

And to those who seek healing, those who yearn for belonging, those who wonder if they are seen—know this: You are held in the same eternal embrace. This embrace is like a warm, comforting blanket that never leaves you, a constant reminder that you are loved. Love like this does not die; it only transforms, becoming wind, fire, water, and breath. You are never alone.

To my grandmother, in the spiritual and the physical—I love you, forever and always.

And to you, dear soul reading this, may you feel the kind of love that holds you so fiercely, so completely, that you remember—without question—that you are abundance, that you are sacred, that you are enough.

With deepest reverence and love,

Sherley Delia, M.A.

Founder, Healing Majestically Consultancy