Love After Healing: A Homecoming

Dear Love,

I did not stumble into love.

I arrived at it—after years of unlearning,

after bowing to the altar of healing,

after remembering that I was always worthy

of the finest things.

Love came, not as rescue,

but as reflection.

Not as noise,

but as a quiet certainty—

the kind of love that mirrors back

the power I had already found within.

This is what healing teaches:

that we are not half waiting for a whole,

not broken waiting for repair,

not empty waiting to be filled.

We are entire, luminous, abundant—

and when love arrives,

it does not complete us,

it celebrates us.

And oh, how sacred that celebration feels.

Like being held under the Eiffel Tower’s glow,

or kissed beneath the rising moon,

where vulnerability whispers, Here I am,

and desire is no longer running—

it is resting, receiving, becoming.

This is the beauty of love after healing:

it is not desperation,

it is destination.

It is a homecoming to yourself,

to your ancestors’ prayers,

to the truth that you were always

meant to be adorned with tenderness,

with passion, with reverence.

So when love finds you—

laugh, weep, surrender.

Say yes without fear,

because you are not entering it from lack,

but from wholeness.

You are not proving you are worthy.

You are living it.

Closing Mantra

"I am whole, I am worthy, I am love.

I welcome passion not as rescue but as reflection.

Love is my birthright,

and I celebrate its arrival with grace, fire, and joy."

Lovingly yours,

Sherley Delia,

Founder, Healing Majestically Consultancy