Lightness of Being…

I am whirling and removing layers and layers off my soul. If energy can neither be created nor destroyed (only transformed), I realize there’s no need to hold on to staleness. “I have no energy” is a myth, something we hold on to justify stagnation. It takes the force of will to get beyond “inertia” and get ourselves moving.  

I am whirling and whirling, in imitation of dancing leaves and flowing water. There must be something in the air. All of creation is letting go, and my palms are wide open. 

It feels like waking up from a dream, realizing all the infinite details that color our lives beautiful. When I began recounting His blessings, my heart aches with fullness. Everywhere I look, the universe is celebrating, there’s crisp newness in the air, it chills my bones and empties my soul.

This practice of constant gratitude, weighs my heart down, dissipates my anxieties and keeps bringing me back, turning and turning, till meaning manifests in every direction. Why wasn’t I paying attention before?  

Like a gardener I have been (im)patiently prepping the earth within me; weeding, tilling, turning and turning my thoughts, opinions, my life upside down.

Or like a garbage disposer, I have been cleaning and cleaning, emptying and emptying, giving and giving until the cobwebs started dissipating and clarity started descending in small doses.  

I have been reading and reading, seeking holistic paradigms, gathering what was dissipated and building the whole world anew. “There are the years that ask questions and years that answer…”** I am turning and turning, and every page I turn, pours out with the kind of knowledge that my soul has been thirsting for. Where have I been before? 

It’s snowing and my heart is glowing. These words like drifting snowflakes are both a celebration and a prayer.

May our souls always be in tune. Amin.