I have finally, wonder-fully and amazingly reached the point where I am beginning to feel my love for humanity.
The dawning of this feeling came upon me one morning not so long ago as I sat in a short meditation. In its powerful simplicity, The Gentle Breath MeditationTM has always allowed me to fully feel what is coming towards me as it were, and where my next movements are taking me. With tears of joy streaming down my face, I allowed myself to feel the depth of my love for humanity, a universal depth that reaches beyond the stars and beyond time.
I can feel too, how the depth of this love is not from this lifetime. Its ancientness has risen from an inner well of beholding lived and walked long ago. It is a whole-body remembering; every cell of my very being feels and knows this truth pulsing through its every particle ~ my body speaking back to me the truth of what is.
Two months ago, I would not have thought it possible for me to feel such love. To a certain extent, I was still in the process of laying down my protective armour as I surrendered the last vestiges of the inner war I’ve been raging upon myself for years as to what my childhood had been about. There was also the letting go of much that I had been hanging onto in order to keep myself disconnected from any semblance of what I was feeling that morning and the knowing that this is what we are and where we come from …
Because my body is starting to once again feel the spaciousness it so naturally is, I could feel the contrast of having lived in a way that every hurt and every wrong I’d ever experienced and held onto had caused my cells to coagulate and contract; in the denseness this created within my body, separation, judgement and the ‘not-good-enough’ mentality reigned supreme.
So too could I appreciate the substantial amount of clearing and healing I have needed to do to support the space for this realisation to rise to the surface, enabling me to feel and embrace this new-yet-ancient feeling of loving humanity.
A week later, a dear friend came to stay for the weekend, her presence supporting me to deepen my re-found love of humanity. We spent three gorgeous days immersed in the most loving state of being, simply putting love before everything else without push, trying or thinking, and it was exquisite the way we so naturally found our way, being and walking in complete harmony with each other and the world around us. We spent the first day meandering around Stratford-upon-Avon, following where our feet led us; walking the ancient footsteps of Shakespeare’s old haunts, popping into a shop or two that drew our interest, and stopping for lunch and a cup of tea as the perfect venue presented itself. Being so at ease with myself and another revealed to me how possible and simple it is to be in the world in this way – leading from the heart, allowing a flow that requires nothing more than to observe, surrender and let go.
This too, is something that even two months ago I would not have found possible. To be so intimate with a friend was something I had never allowed myself to experience before, and yet it felt the most natural way to be, not just with this dear friend, but with every person we came across and into contact with.
We were moving in harmony with the universe and in so doing, we were in harmony with each other and with all around us. The ease with which one moment unfolded into the next was a reflection of the ease we were each feeling within, having come together with no expectation or pictures of what the weekend would or should look like. This connection was present throughout our time together at home, popping into shops, stopping for a cup of tea, or taking long walks along the river – the conversation and laughter enriching the joy we were feeling in every step, in every movement, in every moment.
Each person we came into contact with had an unspoken, open invitation to join us with no expectation, no imposition and no pressure. It was wonderful to observe the harmony and joy of not only how we were being in the world, but to observe the response of those we came into contact with. Being in the observation of the flow we were in, and the response of others, kept us from ‘owning’ our movements which allowed the flow to keep flowing – had we tried to own the flow it would have put an immediate stop to it. Such is the power of observation.
There was so much on offer and because we ourselves were being held in the palm of the hand of the universe, others felt free to accept the invitation and join us. Every interaction honoured the fact that we are each equally that love whether we are currently embracing and living it or not.
Being in the harmony of this flow at home, we naturally fell into a unified rhythm that was especially evident when we were cooking together in the kitchen. The shared joy of preparing a meal together as we each knew what our next movements would be before we made them – what food needed preparing and what vegetables needed chopping; the stirring of food in the pans, the mixing of spices and then adding what was called for and how much, the setting of the table and the lighting of the candles as our conversation flowed in the enriching way possible when the language of love is freely flowing.
I could feel how each one of us has – and has always had – an open, energetic invitation to join in the movement of this love; to return to and be the love we naturally are and that we all come from. The love on offer has its hand extended as it has done and will continue to do for aeons; if we pause long enough to feel the stillness in our body we will hear love’s song inviting us to re-member the feel of heavenly music pulsing harmoniously through our bodies as we re-join the universal flow of life that is innately in us all.
By Brigette Evans