Today seems really special for some reason. It could be the slight chill in the air that hints autumn is on its way, or the quality of the light as I drove my daughter to preschool this morning. It could be the receptivity of my students this morning who were willing to try out the Tibetan yoga techniques I learned this past weekend. Maybe it’s the fact that I had a nice mother-daughter lunch and then came home to my hubby putting the ingredients for chili in a slow cooker, and noticing how he had grocery shopped, cleaned and organized the house while we were out. Maybe it is grace, pure and simple, revealing to me once again how the little things in each moment fuse together one by one to make up the beautiful patchwork quilt of our lives–so many colors and textures, such blessing and a joy to behold.
Whatever it is, it feels good and I am grateful. When I logged in to my blog this afternoon and discovered that some dear souls had left comments for me, it really did feel like a wonderful gift. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “they took the time to write that. For ME! They actually read my words and now they’re sharing. This is beautiful!”
And then it occurred to me how those who read and respond to my posts do so because in some way these words resonate with them. It might seem like this goes without saying, but upon further exploration of this idea, I realize that I’m calling into my life people who also do the work of looking inwards, who are searching for deeper meaning in their lives, who see the divine in the simple things, who practice lovingkindness in the world around them.
I’ve been wondering for a good portion of my adult life who my tribe is. Surely I’ve been able to flow into and out of social situations, but I have never really felt like I was part of a cohesive group of like-minded people. And oh how I have wanted to be a part of a tribe! Something larger than myself, a support network whose power is far greater than the sum of its parts, creating synergy that makes the impossible possible.
One of my deepest dreams for some time now is to belong to a community of light-bearers. People who consciously carry their gifts into the world and do what they love in service of others. Massage therapists, meditation teachers, reiki practitioners, acupuncturists, nutritionists, yoga teachers, homeopathic and holistic doctors, artists, writers, musicians, dancers, shamans, botanists, psychotherapists, feng shui experts, scholars, life coaches–in my dream community, such people would exist in close proximity, and each day would be about healing, working with joy, creating a sustainable way of life for ourselves and the planet. Glowing with health inside and out, each day would be a celebration of our own unique talents and abilities that we would gratefully share with others.
“Well gee,” I said to myself, as I pondered the community of writers I have met through my blog, “here is my tribe! Here is the community of light bearers I have been searching for. Here are friends who show up and celebrate with me the beauty that exists in the here and now. Here are friends who are offering hope and light and laughter with their words.” It’s as though I was staring at the solution all along and never seeing it, because I was expecting it to arrive in a certain form. And now that I’m looking straight at it, I’m wondering why I didn’t see it in the first place.
Anyway, all of this to say, thank you to all of you who show up with yourselves, your whole selves, and share your essence with this world. Each word, each image is a blessing. I am thankful to be a part of this community, thankful that there are friends out there who understand what I’m trying to say and who unabashedly jump out on the limb with me.
Now who wants to join in constructing a little village for all of us, so that we may regularly sit together with a cup of tea and share and dance and sing and create just for the joy of it?