Today I fell in love. I fell in love with my life. I fell in love with the gorgeous sunrise, the orange to purple colors of the spectrum shining to beat the band, the cumulus clouds floating in the clean air and reflecting the colors, lighting up the morning sky. I fell in love with my daughters and sons, and my grandchildren, as I said my grateful list. The smiles on their lovely faces forever etched in my mind. I fell in love with the music playing on my computer; Spotify Rocks! Stoned Jesus, playing I’m The Mountain! I fell in love with my weights as I lifted them with form. I fell in love with my perfect spine as I stretched and heard/felt it crack. I fell in love with God at the quantum level, the little vortices of energy that are the electrons and photons spinning about in dance from the heavens. I see them as the fill the empty space around us with energy that, when we can tap it, it will provide all of the free, clean, energy we could ever want. Tesla knew what he was talking about and he knew this over a century ago, Archimedes understood it over two thousand years ago, Plato, Pythagorean, they all knew it or sensed it. It is the Zero point energy that powers the Universe. Speaking of which, I fell in love with this wonderful, beautiful, Universe today also.
As I was walking down the street, I fell in love with the ground beneath my feet, the trees waving to me in the wind and to the water in the river cascading its way downstream. I fell in love with the birdsong as it filled the air. I fell in love with the atoms that make up most everything, the wind blowing gently on my cheeks making my skin feel slick as I make my way to the store to buy some organic apples, some organic oats, and organic blueberries, some minimally processed, natural European Bacon, some Trade Free coffee and some Italian Sweet Cream to flavor the coffee. For all of which I thanked the Universe.
I fell in love with the waxing Gibbous Moon at 2:00 a.m. while I was outside looking North East over the San Juan Mountain Range. The sky was so clear and cool as I felt the first stirrings of Fall in the air and gazed upon the starlit heavens. And took a few drags off of a cigarette. Which I exhaled in cool looking, white billowy clouds of poison. And I fell in love with all of that too.
I sat at my desk and fell in love with my words as they left my fingertips and filled the once empty page. I love the use of both acoustic and electric bass in the song on the radio…it sounds cool. To be a writer, you must be willing to reach down and touch that primal pain and fear; you must be willing to roll in it like the mud it is. The sooner you come to grips with this the better your liver will feel.
I love all of the people on both sides in Charlottesville, because a very wise man is attributed to have once said: “If you love; you will fulfill the whole law.” And I do my best every day to live up to those simple words. Simple, but not easy. I can love those young men with the Tiki torches while condemning their actions. This is also where but comes in: but not easy. It is not easy to love that lost soul who rammed his car into those innocent people. It is not easy loving those hate filled faces spitting out that poisonous rhetoric. But I must. And I do my best. Ten thousand years of Yoga can’t be wrong, can it?
My Two Cents 