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It was the summer of 1996 and I was living in Central Square, in Cambridge MA.
I’d moved up there the year before to become a street/subway musician, and that was easy enough to do, once I overcame the fear.(which is another entirely different story)
In the mornings, I’d work at the coffee shop down the street from my apartment. And then in the afternoon/evenings I’d go play music in Harvard Square, a subway train station, or a gig.
The goal was simply to be playing somewhere every day.
We were just hanging out and having a post-gig talk and relaxing, when a man came out the door.
He looked over at me and I said, “How you doing man?” And he said, “You haven’t heard anything until you hear the sound of bodies hitting the ground.”
Then he continued on, telling us about being in New York on 9/11. He said that they started hearing these strange sounds and they didn’t know what it was. And then they realized that it was the sound of people jumping from the World Trade Centers and hitting the ground.
If you are like me, it probably isn’t.
I spend a lot of time going between learning to accept myself in the present moment, and wishing that I was better at certain things.
Life can be confusing on the spiritual path.
Often I wish I was better at it.
Most people I talk to think that we should be better than we are, that we should be further along, and that we shouldn’t do things that hurt us or hold us back.
So I’m not alone.
But the plain and simple Truth is that there will always be things that we aspire towards.
Do you think that spiritual leaders don’t get frustrated?
That we don’t feel anger and impatience?
That we aren’t human?
I’ll never forget sitting in my back yard with the man who turned out to become one of my greatest mentors in life, explaining to him all the reasons why I could never go into ministry.
When I was done, Reverend Dale Worley sat back in his chair, and said, “You know, I am just glad that you don’t have to be a perfect person in order to be a minister.”
What if God loves us?
What if the Universe really is good?
What if the only thing working against us is us?
What if everything we perceive as a “problem” really isn’t a problem at all?
Waking up in the morning would sure be a lot better under these circumstances. To feel that you are loved by a God, that the Universe is at the very least impartial either way, to feel that possibly we can stop working against ourselves, and to maybe realize that there is a solution for every problem. (which deletes problems altogether)
Many of our spiritual teachers have said that at our core, we are Love.
The Beatles actually said, “Love is all there is.”
So it is impossible for us to do anything that doesn’t originate from this Love. A Course In Miracles teacher Marianne Williamson says that, “Every action is either an act of Love, or a cry for Love.”
It’s not only all around us, it IS us.
It took me a while of studying and meditation for this concept to get it, but when it finally hit home, it changed my life drastically.
At the origin of all things, is Love.
So all things must be Love. Even the things that don’t look like or feel like Love, must be. Because that is where all things originate from.
Contemplation on negativity such as “hate” and “violence” it seems that a person wouldn’t become angry or hateful unless one cared.
It is impossible to not be Love.
The teacher Marianne Williamson says, “Every action in the Universe is either an act of Love, or it is a call for Love.”
A few nights ago, I put on one of my beautiful white linen shirts and went to Tybee Island, where Micheal Elliott and I had called a meeting.
“This meeting will be to discuss the possibility of starting a spiritual center on Tybee”, read the description on the Facebook event I had created. Judging from the number of people who said they would attend, and the feedback I had gotten, it appeared that we would have a good crowd of interested people show up, and we did.
Earlier in the day my wife had asked me, “What should I do? Should I come?” and I told her that, “It would be nice if you were there, but I’d like for you to do what you feel led to do.” I did want her to be there, but only if she wanted to be there.
I had been playing music around Atlanta for about a year and a half. Having played guitar since early childhood, it was simply a matter of me learning and getting used to singing.
It started with going to a weekly open mic at the old Midtown Music Hall, and soon I was going to other weekly open mic’s, making friends, and there developed this group of us “open mic folks” who hung out and played our songs for each other. There was an open mic to choose from on any night of the week in Atlanta, and soon I became very engrossed in this activity of writing songs and then taking them out and playing them. The typical open mic was crowded with people, and each person who signed up would get “3 songs or fifteen minutes” of fame.
When Heather and I had Lily Belle(who is now six) I was in awe of this mother-child relationship that I watched evolve before my eyes. After months of preparation, watching Heather’s belly grow with the child, now here we were in a hospital room, with baby resting gently upon the new mommy.
Oh yes, a dad is a part of the equation, but… a daddy is not a mommy.
I am an only child, and so my life hasn’t included being around children or babies a lot. It has included though, a mother-child relationship. My relationship with my mother is unlike any other relationship I have. There really are no good words to explain it either. I am very fortunate to have the best mom in the world! My mom has proven time and again that she is going to love me no matter what. I am always in awe of her love and her good heart.