I read a poem today by the ancient Sufi poet Rumi, and was so moved by it that I wanted to read it again and again, each time imagining all the people I love best, and trying to recall an early moment at which I knew that I loved them. I’m thinking of that moment when you see an individual ‘with god’s eyes,’ so to speak, when you realize the true radiance of that person’s soul, and are practically stupefied by it.
I have felt screaming love for lots of people in my lifetime – and I still do, to be sure – but perhaps the particular love which resonates the loudest, and the most relevant and profound to me now, is the one which was created as I transformed into a mother.
I think of the moment when, after laboring all night and pushing as hard as I could for almost an hour, I opened my eyes and beheld the tiny helpless human who had crossed the stars to come be my child, to transform my life, and to teach me a new way to love. There on my chest, weighing practically nothing, was something like a bag of water with limbs, but containing eyes that revealed all the cosmos in each blink.
Every day, as this lifetime reveals yet a little more of itself, I grow more enticed and excited, more amazed, and more at peace with the dream of time we all are co-creating. For it, I want to thank you all, and thank the universe and god, for all the incredible bounty I have witnessed.