Within
the last week I have been the recipient of unexpected kindness and
generosity. Don’t know why that surprised
me, but it did. And I am always grateful
for the kind and generous comments that I receive here on a regular basis from
all of you. They are always most welcome
and appreciated. But these other acts of
kindness and generosity were totally unexpected.
I was
surprised last Friday when returning home from errands by a package in the mail
from a blogger friend. It lifted my
heart and brought joy. And I realized
that I have been withholding myself in that department, holding back from spontaneous
acts of kindness and generosity. Not
reaching out to others in unexpected ways.
When I received the package I remembered how much fun it is to give
unexpected joy – to brighten someone else’s life unexpectedly - as well as to
receive it! My heart was awakened by
this most generous gift.
Then
Monday we had a Chimney Sweep come to clean out our chimney and check for nests
and potential problems. He ended up
doing some unexpected repairs to the chimney. Later that day I noticed that the sagging soffit
on the chimney side of the house had been repaired. At first I couldn’t imagine who would have
gone 30 feet up to screw it back in, then realized the chimney sweep was the
only one here that had ladders that would go up that high. So I called Mr. Chimney Sweep the next
morning and asked if he had fixed it. He
reluctantly said – “yes.” I gave him my
most sincere appreciations. And then he said “this is going to sound crazy, but
‘the Lord’ told me to do it and not tell you.”
Now what to do with THAT! Normally this kind of comment would have put
me off. Being a former fundamentalist
Christian, I am attuned to those kinds of “spreading the gospel" tactics. But in this case I didn’t care WHO told him
to do it, I was just gobsmacked, and grateful, that he did! So I thanked him again, and called him an
angel. And to tell you the truth, I was
deeply touched by his act of generosity and kindness, no matter what his belief
system. It’s all semantics anyway. Who
is ‘the Lord’ – it is many things to many people. One could say, my Heart told me to do it. One could say it was intuition. Whatever it was – I am humbled and my heart
was opened through his act of kindness and generosity.
The next
day my Heart was still aglow from these unexpected delights. Driving down the
road I broke into laughter and tears at the same time, realizing that life
really is all about Love – touching the hearts of others, being a presence of
Love. Love makes itself known *through*
the presence and actions of others, whether one calls it ‘the Lord” or Buddha,
or Allah, or God, The Heart, or Intuition, or Friend. All there is is the Universal Heart of Love
reaching out to us, under many names and disguises, opening our hearts through
acts of kindness through unsuspecting “lovers.”
It brings
me to my knees and humbles me, because I realized that in all these years of
searching for “the Truth”, the Sacred, the Divine, it never was about whether
there’s a me, or no-me, or “enlightement” - 0r even Non-duality – but about
opening the Heart, and letting love *in.*
Opening to the Reality that it’s the universal language of Love that is *felt*,
not wrangling over Truth, or semantics.
Mr.
Chimney Sweep is Love. Blogger friends
are Love. We are all Love – underneath
the messiness and pain of life… When you
go beyond the veils of duality, of light and darkness, right and wrong, of Truth
and lie, there is only vast cosmic Love – everywhere…
Have you
been gobsmacked lately? J
“We know what sparks the light
inside.
It does not matter where it comes from.
What matters is that we look, and find,
and feel the deep presence.”
It does not matter where it comes from.
What matters is that we look, and find,
and feel the deep presence.”
Ruth at Washed Stones
“We are because we are seen;
we are because we are loved.
The world is because it is beheld
and loved into being.”
we are because we are loved.
The world is because it is beheld
and loved into being.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Rilke’s Book of Hours
Rilke’s Book of Hours
