I was amazed at how negative they were, as if each time something was not quite right: something could be or should be changed or improved.
Then suddenly the mind switched into opportunity mode – more present time than past or future. Each thing that happened, after that, became an opportunity or a teaching: the water spillage presented an opportunity to mop the floor, the water that the broccoli had been cooked in was worthy of making soup the following day, the quarter bottle of red left from the previous evening was just the right amount for the forthcoming evening, the music playing through the speaker took away previous pressures of performing and allowed for a more direct, loving attention, etc.
Perhaps it was the difference between trying to have control over Life and letting Life guide you; rising in love with the here and now…
This morning I received a poem from my “spiritual friend” in France. He said that he was thinking of me:
The travesty in life,
Is never finding what
You already have
Unwittingly, I must have carried this into my morning meditation. I experienced a deep sense of “coming home,” like the shamans speak of: a reconnection with a Self that had been split off for most of my life. It brought tears to my eyes, as a new sense of self-compassion and empowerment filled my body-soul.
The song, “Welcome Home” (a Seventies classic by Peters and Lee) was brought to mind. I hadn’t heard it since my mid-teens, when I believe it was Number One on Top of the Pops. I heard the lyrics in a completely new way. It was no longer a slightly tacky love song but a love song to Self:
I'm so alone, my love without you. You're part of everything I do. When you come back, and you're beside me, These are the words I'll say to you:
Welcome home, welcome. Come on in, and close the door. You've been gone, too long. Welcome, you're home once more.
I thought of all the things I'd say to you, when you come back to me someday. When you are here and we're together, with all my heart you'll hear me say:
Welcome home, welcome. Come on in, and close the door. You've been gone, too long, welcome, you're home once more.
There are so many lonely people. Why must they ever be apart? I hope someday you'll be together, singing these words with all your heart.
Welcome home, welcome. Come on in, and close the door. You've been gone, too long. Welcome, you're home once more. Welcome home.