#livetheblessing

[chemonokocha-blog]

#You have been #blessed #LiveTheBlessing (at Lagos Lagoon) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtjO51QB0Y2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1h2nu5yuq1mkg

[nanakumi]

#Sunday #SpeakTheBlessing #FeelTheBlessing #LiveTheBlessing (at London, United Kingdom)

[ohheyuniverseee-blog]

Last week I witnessed a moment that absolutely cracked my heart open.

The beginning of last week was difficult for me.  And inexplicably so.  No great tragedy befell me. No small tragedy either.  Part of me wanted to blame the weather.  Part of me wanted to blame the realization that I’m in the same place professionally as I was 5 months ago. Part of me wanted to blame lack of sleep.  I just had a heavy feeling.  Partially sad, partially disappointed, with no real rhyme or reason for either.  I began feeling sad on Sunday evening, but on Tuesday, I started replaying certain events from the summer and, slowly but surely, my sadness morphed into anger.  I knew my anger was born of hurt.  Hurt that I was in the same place. Hurt because I thought I had been doing everything right.  Eventually, I became so worked up that I decided to leave work 30 minutes early.  It had started to sprinkle outside, but for some reason I thought walking a mile in the rain to my apartment seemed fitting. I turned on the nicefingers remix of Dr. Dre’s “Forgot about Dre.”  “Angry enough,” I thought to myself.  I put my earbuds in and continued on my way.  I kept replaying over and over why I was mad.  Anger is a strange feeling for me.  I feel it so rarely. It’s hard for me to make sense of precisely because it is so foreign.  I hastily marched along, feeling the adult equivalent of teen angst, mulling over the injustice of it all, letting anger brew inside of me.  Then about halfway through my walk the universe sent me an unexpected message that cooled my molten lava heart.  Cooled wouldn’t even be the proper term.  It flash froze it.  Standing in front of me was (what I assumed to be) a father son duo in matching hats. They were holding hands. Smiling.  The rain sprinkling down on them.  The boy’s hat about 2 sizes too big.  They were laughing, not even bothered by the rain. And it cracked me right open.  My thought process completed shifted and went a little something like this: “What sweetness and joy and omg this is why we are here on the earth.  For each other.  Why am I mad?  Life is so great.  Happiness is just grabbing someone you love and buying matching hats.  Nothing else matters. Where’s my camera?” I smiled at them. Yes, creepily, but it was authentic and couldn’t be restrained.  I let it move me.  I immediately felt better.  What relief.

I believe the universe sends us things at the precise moment we need them.   I also believe allowing ourselves to be moved by things, such as a father son duo in matching hats, make life just plain better.  Two days later I came across a passage from Panache Desai’s “Discovering Your Soul Signature” that went right to the heart of what I experienced. In closing, I want to share an excerpt from his book here.  He articulates it far better than I can.

“I am asking that, as you move through your day, you allow life to impact you.  When you see a young child reaching for his mother’s hand, allow your heart to open.  When you see someone struggling in the street allow your heart to open… This is the exquisite doorway through which life becomes larger and richer… Allow life to touch you.  And when life touches you, meet it with softness.  Meet it with authenticity.  Allow your heart to merge with the hearts of people around you… As you drop your older child off at school, notice the mother walking her disabled eight-year-old through the school’s front doors. Don’t look away.  Feel it.  Feel it as if that is you – because it is you. When you stop at the market, notice the elderly couple shopping together.  They’ve been married for sixty years and are still holding hands.  Feel it.  This, too, is you… Become aware of the soft and tender place that is always inside you, like a pilot light, softly burning.  That light is waiting for a moment of conscious recognition.  Receive these moments. Experience them. Live the blessing of your exquisite life.”

Live the blessing of your exquisite life.