Friend, we’re traveling together
….Let me show you one tiny spot
of beauty that cannot be spoken.
I am like an ant that’s gotten into the granary,
ludicrously happy, and trying to lug out
a grain that’s far too big.
…The great warehouse opens.
I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love
with the one to whom every that belongs!
I am a greatly blessed woman. For Mother’s Day, I celebrated my children and their children. They turned out so well! Despite the significant mistakes I made as a parent, I was blessed with the ability to love my children devotedly and to do my best with them. Their father and grandparents adored them too. The results are thanks to the love, the support and resources we had (including that of a few caring therapists along the way), and thanks to who they are. Now it’s my very great joy to watch them being wonderfully loving parents to their own precious little ones. This is the circle of life, and I am very grateful to be one of those blessed with this full participation.
Seeing your children and their wonderful partners become loving parents themselves completes the circle of life in a way that nothing else does. I intend to hold on to the realization of how priceless this gift is.
As Mary Oliver says,
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention.
I know how to fall down in the grass–how to kneel down in the grass.
….Doesn’t everything die and too soon?
….When it’s over, I want to say
I was a bride married to amazement;
I was a bridegroom,
taking the whole world into my arms.
The following is an excerpt from my book The Rumi Secret:
….Since immersing myself in Rumi, I am like the ludicrously happy ant, trying to lug out, feast on and share the unlimited grains of Rumi’s wisdom.
Like all human beings, I face formidable challenges and problems I haven’t solved; underneath it all, though, I’ve been forever changed by glimpses of the beauty and the joy that can’t be spoken. Like you, I repeatedly forget that beauty when focusing on the practical concerns and minutia of my life. For Rumi, though, there’s just as much beauty to be found in sweeping the floor as in deep meditation. It’s all about the state of the heart.
….Rumi teaches that love is all around us and within us and in all other human beings. Love is constantly being manifested in plants, in animals, and in the eyes of any human being we really see….
How can we experience this love every day? The answers are service, forgiveness and acceptance of others and ourselves. That’s the way we pass on the grace we have already received. Through compassionate acts and loving touch, we can express our fundamentally loving essence. … As Rumi says, God accepts counterfeit money. In other words, we can be effective in service or loving acts even when we don’t feel like it. Pick up a crying baby, even when you’re tired. The baby’s tears may stop, and both are comforted.
For an inexhaustible source of reminders of the love around you every day, read Rumi (as translated by Coleman Barks); read him every day that you need reminding of the love that is your right now. Mining for Rumi’s gold, we become inspired, challenged, and open-hearted.
On the day, may I consciously hold love in my heart and sow its seeds every where I walk.
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