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Lately I have been noticing how the way we all tend to interact and perceive has everything to do with our own relationship with Love. If what we see is drama or fear or some form of division, then perhaps we need to spend some time working in the space of our own hearts.
I claim no particular state of perfection. I am reminded continually of my own heart work to do. But little by little, by leap and by step, I seem to make progress. To avoid the divisions of judgment that inevitably create suffering, my primary rule of engagement needs to be Love. It starts with the healing of divisions within. And that is the Miracle. The more Love we consciously let into ourselves, the more Love we will perceive in the hearts of one another - and the more Love we can meaningfully and openly share.
The divisions we were so very convinced were so very real mysteriously fade. What remains at the Center is Love. It is Infinite, you know...
I looked out to the patio as I awakened this morning, observing an eerie glow, the music from the original The Day the Earth Stood Still in my head - I had watched it, again, just on Friday. It's a classic, for sure!
"Gosh, the moonlight is Magical," I thought, not having quite seen this kind of an effect.
And then, with a smile, I realized what I was looking at, utterly unpredicted, newly arrived since I let the dog out at 5 AM.
Snow!!!
How wondrous a thing can be when you see it anew! It has not snowed here in 2 years (or at least while I've been home).
The pilot light was out yet again on
the hot water heater this morning. It can be a bit unpredictable every once in a while. I had notes on how to light it, though I hadn't done it before by myself.
At first, it wouldn't light, because I had forgotten a
step (exactly when to turn the thing to "On" when you prime it!). Then after a very short while, I was washing my coffee pot, feeling
the heat of the water in my sink with a kind of a glee. There was just
something to it, this business of having a hand in heating the water.
Even the water felt new!
And that's Planet Earth. That's why we are
here. "Pilot", indeed...
