It’s all true.
Everything the lovers and dreamers said about following your heart, your north star, your bliss–it’s all true. Every bit of it. I’ve read all the books encouraging it; I’ve hoped and dreamed that it was true; I was willing to believe it. I just hadn’t seen it. Until now. There really is magic and mystery in following the path your soul longs to take. Friends do appear to help you; the impossible becomes possible simply to speed your journey. I have no idea how it works, but I am so very grateful that it does.
And yet, that is not quite true. We all know that there is something magical and transformative about love. And so why should it be any different when we fall in love with our path? When you fall in love with where you are and what you are doing, all manner of things become possible. You are transformed, and your life along with you. So of course the lovers and dreamers were right all along. Fall in love with your life, and miracles will surround you.
It took me a long time to find my path and fall in love with it. If you are still seeking yours, I would say only this: don’t give up. Your journey is leading you to just where you need to go. You may not realize it–I certainly didn’t, not for a very long time–but you are already on the road you are meant to take. Every part of your life is part of the adventure. Every part of it is, somehow, bringing you home.
The place where you are right now
God circled on a map for you.
These pages are, as Emily Dickinson once said, my “letters to the world.” But although Emily felt that her letters were to a world that “never wrote to me,” I feel instead that the world is constantly writing to me, with every flower that blooms, every breeze that touches my face, every moonrise and sunset. With so many letters written across each moment, I want only to write back. To answer in some way the messages of Love that surround me.
Do I always see the world this way? Of course not. My true self, or buddha-nature (“buddha” means “awakened one”), is often sleeping and forgetful. I am often caught up in fear or desire, asleep to the beauty and abundance that surround me. But each day, I try to remember. Each day, I strive to wake up, even if only for a moment.
There is an old saying about enlightenment. Reaching enlightenment is like throwing a ball into the air, over and over again. It goes up; it comes down. But one day, when you toss the ball into the air, it stays there. The secret is only this: keep tossing. Each moment you wake up is a moment transformed.
Wishing you wakefulness,
Love is a gift. Not a promise.
The only promise is this: that love will never end. It may change forms. It may not appear in the way you expect. It may surprise you, challenge you, change you. But it will not end. All it asks is that you say yes to the gift, without clinging to it. Clinging to it denies what it is–ceaseless, bottomless, endless–and kills what it might become.
Be grateful for all of the love in your life, whether it comes from a cherished partner, a new friend, or the breeze of a summer day. The more love you are willing to accept into your heart, the more love will appear. Cherish whatever form love takes, and whatever ways it grows and changes. Surrender to the love you already have, and you will never find yourself without it.
We cannot capture time, cannot stop the world. Savor what is here and now. Open your heart to what is before you and within you. Learn to listen and to wait.
Nothing belongs to you. Why would you want to own anything? You would only become a slave, rather than a lover.