Cont’d from Part I, Dolphins display love as human escorts
Opening up to a stranger is never easy. But when you feel trust and an open vulnerability offered you, you can shed your safeguards, and become the loving person I believe we were always meant to be. Just yield slowly.
That’s the feeling I got with six persons attending a “Lovefest” for the first time for what will become monthly meetings to share stories, anecdotes and maybe some of those “hoaky” experiences you withhold telling any but the most reliable and trustworthy-proven friend.
I read Sufi poetry and told tales that I would never have confided in another person face-to-face. I could share things in writing like many of us do when blogging before the monitor screen. A computer can’t talk back to you. Nor can it respond emotionally, providing one with a gentle smile or a giggle unsuppressed by the adult allowing a child-like affection to surface.
At first, I glanced to the carpeted floor, hardly raising my eyes as I read of my “yearning” for my Beloved. Katryn Lavanture, co-director of “Eco Libra,” and facilitator for this meeting, encouraged me to read on from the Sufi love poems. [See Info@PeaceJoyLove.Us, and www.PeaceJoyLove.Us.]
Sufi use terms and words that are downright sexy, sensual and often blush-producing among the more highly sensitive person (HSP). But, when I made eye contact, I felt love beaming out from my fellow meditators and directed straight towards me.
Not the ego “me.” But, the loving me, the “Divine me,” the Light that others might see at a time and in place where it is freed to shine from, and in, all of us.
The night ended too soon. But the feeling continued into the next day as I opened myself to several people at an ALDI store in Norristown, PA, and then a thrift store while shopping for old rooster bric-a-brac. Smiling, I offered more than just a friendly hello, but steered away from anything too philosophical.
I told a man from India, a Muslim, how unfair some in my country have treated his religious followers since 9-11. We bowed and said “Namaste” to each other. Discussed Buddhism with an Asian cashier and gave a porcelain rooster I had placed in my shopping cart to a Christian woman who admired it and also collected such items.
Everywhere I went I found traces of loving kindness. Was it coming my way because of some Karma that I seemed to have created from within? Doing unto others as you would want done to you?
Time skated by. Funny how fast it flows when you’re in no rush and loving the moments you find your self. Didn’t realize I had gone over the time I needed to get back home, pick up a friend, and keep a doctor’s appointment. You guessed it. Got nabbed by police at a speed trap, and ticketed for doing 54 miles an hour in a 25-miles per hour zone.
I’ve requested the doctor of whom I showed up late to write a letter to the judge — not to seek an excuse, but to help explain the dilemma I found myself. Hope I can find some loving kindness from the Court to plead guilty to a lesser offense and avoid any points to my drivers’ license. Can’t hurry Love. You’ll end up paying like me, if you try.