Devotion — Love That Endures Beyond Loss

There is a current of devotion that runs brightly through me — and perhaps through all beings. For much of my life, I didn’t recognize it as devotion. It was simply the way my heart loved: fiercely, fully, sometimes recklessly. Only later did I come to see it as one of my deepest strengths.

Devotion is often defined as love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause. But my lived experience of devotion is something deeper. It is the place where I can surrender fully, and safely, into love.

For decades, I kept this current of devotion guarded. I instinctively knew not everyone could honour or protect such a precious gift. But devotion never stopped moving within me.

The Devotion of a Mother

The devotion I feel for my children is instinctual — primal. It is a force that protects and stands for them no matter what. Something beyond the rational mind. Mysterious, unbreakable. The heart of a mother is pure devotion, woven into the very act of creation itself.

The Devotion of Spirit

Spiritual devotion has been one of the sweetest and most satisfying experiences of my life. To lay myself bare at the feet of the Divine — to pour everything into the Goddess as She pours into me.

There is something sensual, almost erotic, in this surrender: warm honey dripping down the body in sunlight, tracing the path of ancient reciprocity, of love offered and love returned. Devotion in this sense is both fierce and tender, a way of embodying reverence.

The Devotion of Partnership

To give devotion to a beloved is to offer the essence of your love to another fallible human, knowing they will inevitably hurt you. This kind of devotion takes courage. It tears you open, remakes you, and asks you to keep surrendering again and again.

When my soulmate died seven years ago, it felt as though part of me died with him. My devotion to him did not end with his last breath. It continues still, woven into the fabric of my being. Love like this doesn’t stop — it becomes something eternal.

Devotion as Sacred Offering

Today, I see my capacity for devotion as a powerful gift. With discernment, I offer it to the sacred assignment I’ve been given: to tend grief, to midwife sorrow into medicine, to help restore the feminine ground of reverence and belonging.

My prayer is that my devotion may uplift hearts, honor sorrows fully felt, and help women return to their power. May every action I take be in service to the rise of the Divine Feminine, the restoration of grief as central medicine in our lives, and the good unfolding of humanity.

Devotion is not a chain. It is not about clinging. Devotion is the river of love that endures beyond loss, beyond time. It is both the ache and the sweetness, the sorrow and the song.