“I think love is the condition of the human spirit that’s so profound it allows us to forgive.
It may be the energy that keeps the stars in the firmament; I’m not sure.
It may be the energy that keeps the blood running through our veins; I’m not sure.
But it’s something beyond the explanation. It can be used for anything you can explain, any good thing you can explain.”
“This force that made fleas and leaves and rivers and stars and you, loves me. Me, Maya Angelou.
It’s amazing! I can do anything! And do it well. Any good thing, I can do it.”
That’s why I am who I am, because God loves me, and I’m amazed at it. And grateful for it.”
She speaks in divine poetry. Honestly, I just want to sit cross-legged at her feet while she tells stories perched high in a wingback chair, her face a reflection of the flickering fireplace.
What a stoic and beautiful woman Maya Angelou is. To think that even she is still so deeply humbled by the love of source. To think that’s where she goes for solace.
I don’t say that in ignorance. I just imagine someone as aware as she, as in-tuned as she, as masterful at art as she to feel less stunned by grace. To me, she is the embodiment of such. A testament to walking hand in hand.
But that’s the magic of God. When you really, whole-heartedly tune into the mystery of nature, the world, the sun and the moon and the stars, the potential is boundless. The love eternal.
I don’t care who you are; that shit’ll blow your mind.
Let’s break this down one more time: (Remember, insert your favorite word for God [universe, source, divine energy, life force, …])
We are God’s creation; the same energy that created life, the planets, the universe, the birds, the bees, the trees is the same life force energy that runs through us. Each of us. Not just the cool ones.
So rather than looking outside of ourselves for this infinite love, all we have to do is go within. Deep within. To the safe place where there is no judgement, no tyranny, no impoverishment.
This compassion, grace, love, hope, joy, peace is within heart’s reach and most of us are just too frightened to go there. Too scared to witness our greatness. To see our Dalai Lama, MLK, Jr., our Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa, our Maya Angelou, Eleanor Roosevelt, our Anne Frank and Abe Lincoln. Even our Jesus and Buddha, and anyone else for that matter who stands/stood for love.
We have the same potential. We have the same opportunities.
Choose love. Again. And again.
In so doing, we will go places. Fearless places.
I leave you with this: Give yourself five minutes of quiet this evening. That’s all it takes. How bout a simple, silent mantra: “I love you. I love you. I love you.” You may aim it at God, an angel of yours, nature, the universe, anything. Take note of what happens.
#Onward in love