I know you feel alone.

I know you ask the question will I ever love again?

Our lives after loss can almost feel foreign.

We got stripped away from all that made us who we are.

And we go home every night alone.

The lights are off.

The house unchanged.

You can’t escape what happened here.

You travel back to the loss and forward to what can no longer be.

A lonely time traveler.

But it is not meant to be this way.

Because from the moment we are born we seek love.

We seek to be loved.

To be embraced.

We crave love in everything we do.

We are capable of passionate love.

Love that is timeless.

Love that is beyond mortality.

Beyond the stars.

The moon

and the universe.

But when we lose love, oh my dear beloveds, that divine passionate experience that sent us to the stars and the moon, now throws us down to the earth and buries us under the ground.

And we scream at night.

And we hide our pain during the day.

We loved so much.

We lost even more.

And we rise…we rise again.



We rise forgetting the power of love.

We rise alone.

And we suspend in mid-air with anger as our fuel.

With hurt as our engine.

With love as a distant memory.

And sometimes we die without finding somebody to love again.

Because we have been told there is only one love, one soulmate.

But if our heart could speak to us, it would tell us…I am here to love many times. Even for a few seconds. Just to see the moon and the stars again. (Click Here to Tweet!)

I know it is not easy to do, but we are meant to experience love in plural.

With many loves,


PS. Click here to order the Where Did You Go? book.

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Christina Rasmussen is an author, speaker and social entrepreneur who believes that grief is an evolutionary experience required for launching a life of adventure and creative accomplishment.

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  • Kelley Courtney says:

    Dear Christina,
    I am not sure how to tell you this but i had the experience of seeing the other side, a different time and space from reading 2nd firsts. Its fits beautifully with what you are describing in your new book. It happened when i was journaling. I was suddenly writting and experiencing interacting with my sweet husband of 41 years who has died of cancer. We were meeting and talking on a Magical island. I know this sounds crazy but it was very real. A snap shot of heaven. Kind of like the shack but different. I do think it could be a book but i am not sure what to do with these amazing experiences. If you want to have me share more, maybe a few writings i thought maybe you would believe me? So when i saw your new book i thought wow this fits right in with what i experienced. You seem to be the kind of person who thinks out of the box. I know it richly blessed me, and has given me peace. Bless you for helping me find what i did. I hope to hear from you. Take care Kelley Courtney

  • Christine Carmona says:

    I love only one man: my favorite life-sized doll and his real counterpart. I have loved many others, but they don’t appreciate my love as they’re not in contact with me anymore. But my life-sized doll, Tate, still is, after 19 1/2 years, and he’s not going anywhere. He’s staying with me.

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