Dear friend,
The Northern hemisphere is moving away from the sun and Summer is coming to an end, although not yet. You can perceive it here in London through the shortening of the days.
Isn’t that the way of change? It’s continuous but you don’t notice until you do and then it feels as if it were sudden.
Since last August we’ve travelled something like five hundred and eighty four million miles together. All of us on earth.
Even if you feel like your life has hit a standstill that’s more or less the orbit of our home as it travels around the sun.
Life is forever evolving through us.
I can feel it in myself.
No matter how many times it happens, it always makes me wonder how an insight, when it reveals itself, could have hidden in plain sight for so long.
Chiara is going out early before the light, to make her morning yoga classes in town.
She tries not to wake me, but I’m surfacing from sleep anyway and the familiar warmth of her body next to mine is missing so something in me notices, and I stretch out into the space she’s left and sigh.
Zara is here, she’s going home this evening. I go into the kitchen and she’s sitting on the back porch step watching and sniffing the air. I make myself a coffee and pick up Paramahansa Yogananda’s “The Science of Religion” and turn to a page marked by the Barnes and Noble receipt that came with the book.
The chapter is headed “What is God?”
I make a coffee.
The thick dark liquid sits in reassuringly in its espresso cup.
“God is Bliss.’
I read the words.
Without direct experience they are just words.
Like the ones thrown around on the internet day in day out.
How crazily easy is it to experience the effects of the slurs and insults and fear mongering, the judgements we see online, or the harsh voice of the false self we hear in our own heads?
“God is Bliss.”
The feeling comes over me.
A nice feeling inside.
The world, with all of its motion, slows to a stop.
Direct contact with Divine Spirit is what we seek, although you might not use that kind of language. It’s felt inside.
In the present moment and is seeking you.
The saints and masters are fore runners.
Showing the way.
Teaching from experience.
It’s a relationship not a set of rules.
Worthless conventions.
Do this.
Don’t do that.
I rest in a moment of bliss, and then the world rushes in and there are deadlines.
Nothing so important, but in they rush all the same.
I feel the pressure, even of Zara’s impatience for her morning walk.
I know she’ll have to wait.
Until I’ve written to you.
After a morning coaching client.
Some time in the future, which will be now when it arrives.
Even the slightest pressure and the mind swirls like a feather in the wind.
And now, becoming still again, it returns.
And there’s nothing.
Not even the ticking of the clock.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey