Last night I got to go out on a dinner date with one of my most beloved soul-sisters here in Ashland.
We sat across from one another eating ceviche and avocado with chopsticks. No small feat!
We compared notes and shared stories and laughed more than I’d laughed in a long while. It was pure medicine.
After dinner we walked and got ice-cream cones, which felt marvelously decadent.
We were drawn to a small crowd circling around a live musician, and we licked our ice cream cones while remarking on the astounding mystery of consciousness incarnate.
It was an utterly mundane yet seemingly cosmic moment, as we directly tasted together the indescribable realization of Oneself, alive in us all.
This simple, riveting truth, revealed once again, amidst the phenomena of apparently separate bodies, and music and sidewalks and trees.
Permanence, shining out through our eyes.
We stood there, my sister and I, on the exact same astonishing wave-length, joyously reveling.
All of a sudden, a man I had never seen before approached us.
He looked up at me with warm curiosity, and said, “Somehow I always feel safer when you’re around.”
I received his words, met his gaze, and for an instant our minds stopped together. I knew just what he meant. I smiled at him and said, “I’m so glad.”
And then he moved on. It was a perfect moment of divine projection.
My friend and I winked at each other and giggled a little at the magic. So much beauty here in this crazy realm.
So much bright, wild stillness peering through infinite dimensions of consciousness. So much sanity amidst the insanity.
So much to love. So much to love. So much to love.