My Friends,
There are these rare, happy moments in life that though they may be buried deep in us, just outside the grasp of the mind’s eye, are a constant source of joy and sweetness. Sometimes they occur when we are falling asleep or falling into the gentle embrace of a day dream; we stop at some point in our descent within, and the quotidian consciousness that carries us through the world becomes transformed into this much lighter ethereal expanse that is as much of plane of existence as it is the vehicle through which to ferry through such a celestial realm.
On our way from the concreteness of mortality to the expansiveness from which we are born from, we are bathed in this nostalgic happiness that extends in all direction with any inclinations of a coming sadness, or a soon to be visiting calamity. One can wonder if it’s because we are partially freed from ourselves that no trace of pain or sadness exists or subsists. Maybe, it’s because beyond the known, love isn’t imprisoned in words or symbols but it everywhere unseen like the ocean water to a fish.
It was in a moment such as this that I started my blog in August. I considered it a real risk to share with so-called strangers, my thoughts, what I am reading, pictures and just general moments of silliness. Yet many of you have become more real to me than many of the people I interact and work with on a daily basis. It is only to respect certain people’s anonymity that I don’t share some of the amazing things that have happened.
I started this blog around the same time I started my entry into the world of Sufism. Since my first day in the circle, I have been seen my life broken down many, many times only to be remade. I have seen my health, career, family life, marriage, hit rock bottom. I know now for certain, the reality of the Friend. Despite all my experiences, despite all my travels, despite all my books what I thought spirituality to be was nothing in comparison to what I have lived the last 10 months.
How erroneous it seems, the word itself I mean spirituality. It implies that it is a spate entity from life itself. It’s impossible to separate out or distill the everyday from the incredible, the immensity and obviousness; the finite and the infinite are locked in an incredible embrace that blurs all boundaries. I am not just saying that I can feel it on the subway on my way to work. I feel it in meditation. I see it in my dream.
Some days I don’t feel like blogging, other times I feel like I will never blog again, another time I feel like I must and all the feelings in between. Neither state is the real state, the real state I feel is the flux between, it’s the change, or rather what’s changing and being felt as one of many extreme. A rose bush can push up one day roses and the other thorns, but what’s makes its beautiful is what’s speaking to from a place beyond both extremes.
Just my random thoughts, thank you all for the 22,000 + hits in 112 countries I really appreciate it. Feel free to comment or say anything.
Dave
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