The Only Real Thing
Dear friend,
I’m just back from a trip to Sheffield. On the motorway I opened the windows of the car, the cold blasts of air cooling the heat behind tired eyes. Eventually I pulled into the Watford Gap services and had a walk around, visited the loos and decided paying £1.90 for a small bag of Walkers crisps would be crossing a line.
As I turn now to look at the garden, a bat flies into view, powering off into the night and the sound of a home game at the Tottenham Hotspur stadium roars in the distance. All of those voices joined into one, sliced through by the electric blue of a siren’s wail.
The warmth of the community in Sheffield was hard to leave, especially with the apple and cherry blossom out in full force and the sun shining, but I’m glad to be home all the same.
This moment.
Just this.
Voices drifting over the garden fence into the kitchen through the open window.
We hold all of it inside of us.
The whole universe within.
You can sit and think about someone or something you love and appreciate.
To appreciate means to increase in value.
The warmth in your heart grows.
It’s the kingdom within the Bible speaks of.
The only real thing.
Which isn’t really a thing.
A power.
A force.
A state of being in love.
Love within.
And it’s free.
Maybe not easy.
Not all the time.
But present nonetheless.
The trick is to sink down beneath the clamour of the surface.
Watch the world from the deep place inside.
It’s what we all need.
This feeling of connection.
This return.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey