For years I’ve had this ritual. Upon waking in the early dark of morning, and before moving or getting out of bed, I silently say, “Good Morning Love. Thank you for my life.” I just lay for a few moments and let that love and gratitude wash over me… And when it feels right, I get up and in that same energy I make a yummy cup of coffee with homemade almond cream to bring to my yummy room (the space I’ve consecrated for the Divine) to have coffee with the Divine.
As I open the door to the yummy room and step inside, I feel as though I am stepping into an infinite ocean of Divine Love. I imagine it touching my toes, feet, ankles, calves… I let the door close behind me, as it moves up my body and my body melts into this ocean of Divine Love encompassing my body completely… And as I sit or lay on my easy chair, my mind goes under and I dissolve… And all there is Love, Divinity — loving…
It is abiding peace joyously loving what is… Raw vulnerable being… I rest here without time until some impulse invites movement — subtle energies as waves arise lifting me from the deep —which become contemplations and the seeming today begins.
A few years ago I noticed a subtle attachment to the ritual — a sort of spiritual identity being cooped by the ‘me’ part of me — patting me on the back for my dedication, my devotion to the Divine… And with it a contraction in the energy — A pooling or eddy in the energy flow around this ‘me’ contraction — resistance… ‘I’ didn’t want to look at it. ‘I’ didn’t want to let it go… ‘I’ feared annihilation…
I sat with the restlessness just aware of the subtle nuances of flow and resistance to flow — allowing and accepting… inviting surrender — annihilation, and faith of the impossibility of annihilation — trust in all I had come to believe in the ineffability of infinite life-loving its creation — and let go…
The ‘me’ construct loosened… the contraction softened and became the flow of ever-present love — life just as it is… with or without ‘me.’ Spiritual identity was nothing. An idea unnecessary and no longer serving as apparent wholeness emerged.
I still wake each day when Divinity taps me on the shoulder of being, to wake to the new day — with the same gratitude on my lips and fullness of appreciation in my heart. I still make my coffee with the reverence due a meeting with Grandeur — with God — Divine Love giving life…
I slip into the waters of devotion and rest in the stillness from which life arises and movement begins… Only the attachment to it ‘meaning’ anything other than ‘what is’ has left… And it is simply, purely enough without opposite…
