Love Will See You Through

No Matter What

Dear friend,

This morning we woke early to the sound of twin phone alarms. Chiara with a train to catch for another trip to the airport. We took the car to the station through light traffic, people moving at pace, going places.

Details jump out at you.

As dawn breaks.

Movement.

The silhouette of a woman standing outside of the corner shop holding a tiny black dog in her arms talking to someone inside. A young couple jumping out of their taxi with serious faces, e-bikes, lorries and vans, the rush of the city, the streets wet with last night’s rainfall.

And then back home to the stillness of the house.

My crumpled racine sun hat sits on top of the record decks. It’s hot in Budapest, where Chiara will land in a few hours. She’ll go straight to rehearsals for the next leg of the opera.

I’ll join her in a few days and the hat will come with me.

The sun is breaking through the cloud cover, illuminating the pebble dashed fronts of the houses opposite. There’s a feeling of newness, that I associate with September. A white pigeon with black markings on their back sits preening themselves against a gun metal grey skyline. I look again and it’s gone.

Today as everyday, our attention will be consumed and monetised. It leaves you feeling wanting.

But love is free.

It finds you in the real world.

Wherever you are, in the beating of your own heart it seeks you.

Always without ceasing.

In the details of the moment.

There’s so much to think about, so many tasks to perform, exchanges, conversations. Imagine if behind it all there’s an endless supply of love shining forth, wanting you to know that you matter. The universe cannot be itself without you in it, because it is you.

How could we be in it and not be part of it?

You notice it in the details of your caring. Maybe it’s getting the kids ready for a new year at school. Or conversations with work colleagues, or caring for a spouse or a parent. Maybe you’re dirt tired, and love is putting one foot in front of the other or you’re sitting watching the world rush by your window.

When we’re not experiencing love then we can at least agree we are wanting it.

Loving something small like the feel of the air on the back your hand. Or the sound of a car door thudding into place. A sip of hot coffee. A bird in flight. The person in front of you. Maybe your reflection in glass. As the sole of your foot meets the pavement, in the movement and the life in your body, love comes to you.

The false self has no time for such nonsense as the present moment.

This never ending stream of thought is not who you are.

Though clouds may block out the sun or the moon or the stars.

Their light shining whether we are aware of it or not.

Remembering to be kind.

No matter what.

However you create your day.

Love will see you through.

Till tomorrow

Love

Mikey