I recently spent an amazing evening with two truly engaged and delightful friends. We talked about our life mission and our divine purpose over pizza and drinks around a kitchen table while it poured rain outside. It was provocative and thoughtful. There was laughter and story telling and connecting in meaningful and purposeful ways as we explored and worked through a chain of ideas. I felt alive, engaged, energized and more driven in my "becoming that which is my highest good". The time just flew by - we started at 6PM, after a long 8 hour day at work, and we didn't wrap it up until 9PM. On the drive home I thought about how full the evening had made me. I was full of pizza and drink, but also, I was full of ideas and thoughts and new concepts and new ways of looking at old concepts and it felt so very good. These times of true "face time" invited me to truly feel alive, more connected, dynamically a part of the big scheme of things. Real time with those I truly connect with and who inspire me, challenge me, who provoke and question, and who accept me for who I am and what I bring to the table even if we don't agree. It is liberating to be able to share one's mind without thought of being anything other than engaged, sharing, and moving through ideas and thoughts, threads of understanding, and evolving concepts. It is one of the highest honors that I can have in my life to have people like these two wonderful beings that I can connect with, to spend time with, to celebrate and explore with. This evening was, for me, one of those moments of ecstasy and loveliness that Sarah Teasdale writes of in her poem Barter:
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
Blessings to my dear friends and deep gratitude to a truly lovely evening.
