Story note

My Beloved

You inspire me to create, and it comes out of me from Nothingness and from Nowhere, and feels like sunshine.

I feel radiant and joyful to share the short stories, so people can see I  live to love, bring comfort and heal. My work is love lived, and my freedom is to travel wherever I want in creation.

 Love pulls me to do what I do.

I hope these stories will bring much encouragement to those who are done with abandoning the self.

Whilst I write, in love.

Short True Stories

1. The Day I Gave Him the Car Back

After 12 years of marriage, I rode in the car he chose for me — a fancy one he called a gift. A true gift would have been registered in my name. Instead, it came with reminders of what it cost his peace. So I gave it back. Not in anger but with inner arrival.
No need to carry his financial burden anymore. Quietly, I placed the keys in his cupboard. No words. Just the keys and registration papers where he puts his own.
Weeks before, I’d asked, “Do you want the car back?”
He said, “No. Then what will you do?”
Now he knows. Now I know. I am not going anywhere. I remain within creation.
The car is gone. I am home. I thought independence meant earning more.
At 62, I learned it meant needing less, especially from men. Now I use public transport. I meet people. I walk through life with my Beloved.
I stopped abandoning myself to keep the peace.  I am here. I am safe. I am free.

2. The Tea I Didn’t Go To.

For months, I travelled far to go for tea, to be with the church ladies. Usually, one of them offered me a bed for the weekend.  For the past two months, that stopped.  When the next invite came, I wrote on WhatsApp: “Would love to see you all again. I’m looking for a place to stay.”  No reply came.
I remained in the Silence. I chose nothing instead.
I didn’t explain. I didn’t chase. The freedom was in not explaining. An hour before tea, the lady who usually hosted me called. “The room is untidy, but you can come if you like.”
I said, “Thank you for thinking of me. That feels like a gift. But it’s late — it takes me an hour to get there.”
No rushing. No needing to please. No pushing to get what I wanted. Simply surrendered. She said, “Okay, maybe next time. I’ll call earlier.”
I said, “Enjoy the tea. I’ll enjoy being at home.”  No need for chatter. No eating what I don’t need.
I stopped people-pleasing. I stopped abandoning myself.  I am here. I am safe. I am free.

3. He is a New Man Now

He had become aggressive and demanding.
So I stopped abandoning myself to mother my adult son.
I stopped driving him. Stopped washing for him.  Then he decided to get a haircut.
I said, “Great.”
The mobile hairdresser arrived. He chatted to her the whole time to ease his nerves.  After, he went to the mirror. I sensed his doubt.
I said, “You look like a role model.” He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Still unsure.
So I said, “The hairdresser gave you a new look to match the new man you are now.”  That eased him. And me.
We returned to Silence. Doors open.  I felt his heart and mind being nurtured — not by me, but by him witnessing his own feelings, the way I had learned to witness mine.  I stopped abandoning myself for peace.  I am here. I am safe. I am free.

 

4. LinkedIn Asks for My Skills— I Say Love

After 30 years of earning a livelihood through service, I put “Love” as my skill on LinkedIn.  The platform wanted “Microsoft Office.”

I wrote: “Love, through self-love, self-reliance.”  Why? Because at 62, that’s the only resume I need.  You don’t need to justify yourself. Or prove yourself. Or advertise yourself. Or ask for anything.
You just need to be self-sufficient.  Now I reside in Nothingness wherever I go, with a feeling of freedom and well-being that is constant.
I have no worries, and more than enough to be happy.
I have enough for today and something for tomorrow.
I have unlimited love, because I am love.  I am not for hire. I am for healing.
I am here. I am safe. I remain.

5. What Nothingness Actually Feels

My favourite place is everywhere.
My favourite thing is nothing found within, called Love.  I love to rest in Nothingness. I call it Being In Love.  I live and work from my room. No marketing. No chasing. Just Being.
The difference between empty and sacred.  The call to service comes when you stop moving.
There is no doing. It all comes and goes like ebb and flow from the heart of Love.  I do not chase. I remain. Door open. In Love.  Nothingness isn’t lazy. It’s lethal to the part of you that abandoned herself.  I am 62.
I am not waiting to be loved.
I chose to love.
I chose to stop waiting to be chosen.  I am here. I am safe. I am free.

"I’m Mignonne. I stopped waiting to be chosen. You’re safe here.”