This morning I woke up determined to fall in love. I
don’t know why today was any different from every previous morning, where I
usually wake up determined (through quantum physics) to try and squeeze two
more hours of sleep into the nine minutes allotted by my snooze button. But
today was different.
'Fall in love!’
- The thought entered my brain before my eyes even opened, and my smile
continued to grow as I inhaled deeply the smell of a new day that carried the
fragrance of my mission. I spent a few precious moments in my nest of down
pillows, my old favorite to the left of my head. Giving it one last loving
squeeze, holding the promise to share my adventures in the evening, I slipped
from my bed and set off on my quest, guided by an unknown ‘knowing’.
Although my
morning rituals were unchanged, (pray, making coffee, taking a shower, brushing
my teeth, etc.), I became aware of things I had not previously noticed.
My shower for example:
today I was aware of every individual drop of water as it alighted on my
skin. It was a symphony that had played every morning, yet I had never tuned in
to hear it before today. I fell in love with the music.
My day continued as such, with each previously mundane
situation being redefined. I took a sip of my black coffee, noticing the
perfect dark color, the bold flavor, and the heat as it flowed down my throat,
warming my body from the inside out, infusing my cells with the sweet essence
of thebeans. I fell in love with my coffee.
That afternoon I took my daily walk on from my
kuliyyah to my room. Every day the trail changes, (the trees, flowers, plants, insects,
the animals, etc.). For me, walking is a form of meditation, the place where I
can connect.
Today I was only a quarter mile into my meditation
when I noticed a furry, black caterpillar scurrying across the five-foot bald
expanse of the trail. The caterpillar’s movements were so hurried, they smacked
of panic. I briefly considered “helping” it to the other side, a thought I
quickly dismissed as arrogant in a superior, human sort of way, and decided to
merely observe and intervene only if necessary. It seemed, at that decisive
moment, that I connected with this critter. Once it reached the tall green
grass it stopped moving completely.
I waited a few moments and proceeded on my walk, lost
in thought. Where will it go from here?
When the time is right, it will seek a place to build its cocoon.
Somewhere higher up, I hope. How does it choose? With complete trust, this creature will seal
itself up, vulnerable as it hides in plain sight, dreaming of flight. Bravery
personified in a furry critter that can easily pass under the radar, yet we all
notice the butterflies. I fell in love with this caterpillar and the thoughts
this little creature provoked.
I looked up as I continued walking, noticing the cloud
formations. I realized that I was looking at a gift. Never again would I see
that exact cloud in that exact formation. It existed whether I noticed it or
not. I fell in love with it.
More importantly, I began to feel the love sent out,
the subtle ambient vibration evident in all things, connecting all things. And
like a pebble in a pond, the next overwhelming feeling exploded from my heart,
the feeling of gratitude.
I felt more alive than ever before. I have heard it
said that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. Intellectually
I understood that, yet it was only at this moment that I felt it. I knew I was
a part of something so much greater than this human body I was experiencing.
Only when I became truly open to falling in love was I
able to see that love is all around, in everything, just waiting to be
acknowledged.
By protecting myself from “falling” I had actually
prohibited myself from flying.
As I pondered my day, the love I’d felt for inanimate
objects, living beings, and every conceivable thing that crossed my path, I
realized I could no longer play small. I had a job to do: to be a part of the
amplification of the vibration of love. With my heart full of love, I blessed
the day as I drifted off to sleep.
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