Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Floating in Wonder

This afternoon, while waiting for my physical therapy appointment, I became acutely aware of a state of being in which I am frequently present.

During these times, which are becoming more and more frequent, I am completely at peace, though I can see that others about me are distressed, sad, indulging in self-pity or worry, distracted, self-absorbed, seemingly oblivious to this beautiful world in which I am dwelling. I see their fear and pain, but it does not enter my field. I can feel compassion, which is at its highest sense, a connection of both common mortality and a wordless sense of immortality. During these times, for no apparent reason, a slight smile is on my lips, and my eyes are open, not just to take in the sights, but to apprehend a presence that seems all about me. For lack of a better word, let's call it God, though it is so pervasive and so subtle, I could just as well call it air or ether.

I am very easily entertained as sunshine and shadows and colors and shapes are all miraculous. I look at each person and immediately see deep inside him or her a common ground that we share, a spark of love and immortality, of star stuff, that the other human may only be vaguely aware of, burdened as so many have made themselves by the heaviness of this third-dimensional reality.

Sometimes when I am waiting for an appointment or during those rare times now that I have a leisurely cup of coffee at a coffeehouse, I look at each person in my view and send him or her a beam of love. My eyes become bright and I cover the person with love, then move on to the next. This is such a wonderful use of time, and I highly recommend it. It raises my vibration until I feel light, not quite weightless, but as if I might float up from my chair, as if the heaviness of the world is falling away.

Perhaps the best way to describe the state I am in is floating in wonder. I do not know how this has come about. I have felt it intermittently throughout my life, but it is more and more a part of my days. And for this I am very grateful--to God, to the air, or to the ether.

2 comments:

ichi-ban critic said...

Nirvāṇa. I am seeking that place.

Heidi's heart said...

Dear Ichi-ban, yes, I can understand how some teachers have meditated in remote caves for years or perhaps sat on park benches and just looked out. I am certainly not at that level, but these moments of floating wonder are more and more common. I know that everyone has access to this. For me it has been a matter of delighting in the small things, giving gratitude, and being silly a good bit of the time!

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Perhaps my friend Mark summed me up best when he called me "a mystical grammarian." I am quite a mix--otherworldly, ethereal and in touch with "the beyond," yet prone to being very precise and logical, when need be. Romantic in the big-canvas meaning of the word, I see the world as an adventure, as a love poem, as a realm of beauty and wonder.

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