Wildly Loved

Two days ago a thought arrived, not for the first time, being a man who needs all the reminders he can get, including a tattoo on the heart since birth saying “Everything is a Gift”.  The blessings of the universe have nothing to do with “worthiness”.

Nothing to do with how practiced I am in the techniques that are the expressway to the Infinite.  Or how peaceful I am in my moments.  Or how disciplined in cultivating God Alone.

I am inundated with every sort of blessing.  Rage, despair and heartbreak among them, blessings that demand ever new passion, practice, discipline.

But also the blessings of things like bringing our gallery to life and all that teaches as we attempt to live up to the sign on the door: “Playful Loving Deep”.

And, to be sure, the blessing that I am the conduit for this novel Mirror Man––the right crackpot for the job, it seems.

And not to be missed are the many lovely souls, literally countless, whose lives intersect with mine in what is to me a spiritual caress of kindness, wisdom, steadfastness, and so often a rollicking sense of humor.  Some of the endless faces of Divine Love.

I truly feel anointed, not special––just wildly loved.

And no doubt the biggest blessing of them all is I recognize this blessing, this Divine Romance, as something that is the essence of existence.  Not given more to some than others––in fact it isn’t given at all, it just is the essence of creation…wild love.

Somewhere along the journey of self-realization every soul begins to recognize God’s eternal and absolute presence.  Or so it seems to me in what I’m sure is a very young and therefore profoundly incomplete intuitive grasp of reality.

But if I have this much awe even as I wrestle with being the devil himself at some point in most days, imagine what comes next, and next, and next.

Maybe this is why saint whatshername said all the way to heaven is heaven.