“Is love not meant to be expressed in every second that you are breathing the breath of Life itself?”-Judith Kusel
This line, penned by a South African author, grabbed me by the heart and wasn’t about to let go when I read it this morning. When I consider that glorious sensation of being in love with life, I am filled with awe. You see, love has long been a mystery to me. I have never quite figured out if it is an emotion, a verb, an energy, or simply a state of being. Maybe it is all of those things and even more, beyond my human comprehension. What I do know is that it is indispensable, my life blood, the air through my lungs. It is what animates me. In this moment, I am listening to gentle piano music that carries on its notes, the signature of the musician through whose fingers love flows. When I awoke a short while ago, I noticed the sun streaming through the curtains and felt the crispness of nearly Autumnal air, confirmed by seeing that the temperature was 45 degrees (rare for this time of year here in the Philadelphia area, but welcome after heat waves this summer) and it felt as if Mother Nature was scattering love, beckoning me into this day. My fingers are caressing the keyboard, since for me, writing is an act of love. I am anticipating heading out later today to be with friends at an event at Anahata Yoga (anahata is the Sanskrit word for the heart chakra) where there will be many expressions of love. Last night, I attended a concert during which my friends Deva Troy and Elaine Silver offered musical love, the resonance of which I’m certain is still hanging around the room at Pebble Hill Church in which fans gathered to sing and clap along. Hugs were plentiful and had me smiling as I drove home. When I stepped out of the car, I was engaged in flirtation with the stars that winked down from the ebony sky. Crawling under the comforter, I felt lulled to sleep and dreamed vividly.
Opening emails this morning, I read this beautiful story that came, as if special delivery, on the same topic. It was written by Jennifer Pastiloff who is a yoga teacher and writer in Santa Monica, California. She speaks of an encounter in a library with a man named David who was wearing a sign that bore two simple words: BE LOVE. Smiling, she asked to take a photo of him and then he handed her the placard and asked her to wear it for two hours. She complied and wore it to her yoga class and noticed with delight, the responses she received.
Although we don’t all carry a sign around with us, we can all live and breathe the love that we were born to be. How do you embody love? For me, it is as natural as smiling at ‘strangers’ who don’t remain that way for long, since we are all joined at the heart. It takes the form of sending reiki and prayers if someone is hurting physically or emotionally. It shows up in commenting on someone’s sharing on Facebook, reminding them that we are all such mirrors for each other. It (and this one has been challenging for me) is also about letting love in; not deflecting it when people want to do things for me. It is also connected with trusting that a benevolent Universe has my Highest Good in mind, despite appearances at times.
Head out into your day BE-ing Love incarnate~
As I was finishing this article, the song The Verb To Love by Todd Rundgren came on the radio…perfect timing. http://youtu.be/dyZ8y2YCFVM
http://www.dailygood.org/story/531/be-love-jennifer-pastiloff/ Read Jennifer’s story here on Daily Good