Podcast 52/52 – Love your soul

Suddenly. It struck me.

Hey. It was Sunday the other day. And I didn’t post a podcast-tip on my blog. I did the Sunday before, I know I did. But I must have forgotten this past Sunday. Or didn’t I?

So I had to check it out. And whaddayaknow? I was right. I did forget. So here it comes, a few days late, but better late than never, as the saying goes. Podcast tip 52 out of 52 for 2015. And you know what? I have enough to have a go at another 52 weeks of tips without even listening to a single new podcast, there are so many good podcasts out there!

Martin Sheen on On Being will be be featured on this my last podcast recommendation of the 2015.

About 18-19 minutes in (in the edited version at least) Martin talks about love. About finding it, deep within ourselves, and how often we forget to look just there.

We have to look in the spot where we’re least likely to look, and that is within ourselves. And when we find that love, that presence, deep within our own personal being — and it’s not something that you can earn, or something that you can work towards. It’s just a realization of being human, of being alive, of being conscious. And that love is overwhelming. And that is the basic foundation of joy. 

Listening to this podcast… I shiver, experience a sharp intake of breath, of having my eyes opened, realizing that here is a person, a full person, with so much more depth to him than I ever imagined in my restricted and prejudiced mind. Amazing.I love it. I love having my eyes opened to the extraordinary ordinariness of another human being, and slowly, slowly, I notice I look at my fellow human beings, those around me, with a more open heart, open mind, and I know. I know there is more to this person – to every person – than meets the eye. Because there always is. It is wonderful. Imagine the marvel of it, the joy of glimpsing the soul, the onlyness, and it will never end. There are more souls out there for me to glimpse than I will ever be able to actually experience.

I close my eyes.
Feel myself twirling around and around.
On an old-fashined merry-go-round, round and round.
Knowing whenever I open my eyes, there will be a completely unique human being there to meet, to get a soul-glimpse of, to befriend and love.love your soul

Knowing I am also one.
A complete human being.
With more to me than meets the eye.
Someone for me to meet, to get a soul-glimpse of, to befriend and love.

Opening my eyes.
Look around me.
Look within me.
There’s love. All over.
Inside me. Outside of me.
Overwhelming.
Absolute joy.

We look high, we look low, we look afar and we – might – look close.
But how often do we actually look within ourselves for Love?

A steady stream of thoughts

So I couldn’t keep myself from quickly flicking through most of the birthday greetings on Facebook before going to bed.

And you know what? I sit here, writing this, with tears in my eyes. From joy. Feelings of gratitude, love and a great sense of peace. It might seem super soppy but I truly don’t care.

IMG_0149Here’s my take on it:
Hundreds upon hundreds of people, have taken the time to write me a greeting, long or short, on my birthday.

Some people I’ve never met physically. Some people I’ve known since the day I was born or shortly thereafter. Some I interact with on a daily, and sometimes almost hourly basis, and some very seldom. Maybe I write them a birthday greeting, and they write me one.

It doesn’t matter. It’s caring. It’s acknowledging of another person. It’s a message to me that I am seen. I am held. Yeah, it might only take a few seconds. But still, it’s seconds that could have been used otherwise. But all of you chose to give me those seconds. And hundreds upon hundreds of seconds turns into at least a few minutes. So on the day that was my birthday, I was in the minds – and sometimes in the hearts – of hundreds of people, for at least five minutes total.

Is it a wonder that I felt good the entire day? How could I not? With a steady stream of thoughts sent my way, what else is there, but to feel the love, the care, the wellwishes?

A blessed encounter

Yesterday I had an amazing time with a handful of friends, that rock in all sorts of ways. The foremost reason is that they all are curious about themselves. Since that’s the stage of life I am at as well, it’s a perfect match!
And it get’s extra interesting since our selves are so different, we all are living and learning on the edges of the unknown, whatever that is, for each and every one of us. Expanding my horizons and daring to step one inch into the unknown, is magic, but doing it in parallel with other brave exploring unique individuals is so enriching, because their edges and unknowns are different places to mine. And I get to take a small part in their edgy landscapes as well. And let me tell you, that is just awesome!

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Wivan-Kristina blogged about meetings and encounters this morning, inspired by our day together, and posted it on Facebook. A friend of mine commented on it, posting and linking to this beautiful text:

A blessed encounter.

We spontaneously decided to get together.
Unwaveringly and with no preamble, we delved into the core questions of existence. In great honesty. With great zest.
We were completely ourselves, we showed our yearning but also our wisdom and uncertainty, trusting and backing each other. There was a deep sense of connection, affinity, solidarity. As if our words were dancing. There was joy but also sorrow. But we allowed ourselves to embrace both, and so only pure joy availed.

“Do you feel this perfume, where does it come from?” he asked.
We didn´t know exactly what was going on, but the three of us felt a soothing feeling of coherence. Of consistency. That nearness felt like music…our words were creating a kind of Symphony – as in the Greek word symfono. Namely, perfect agreement, perfect consonance.
Heartfelt Connectedness in Wholeness.

~ Julien Matei

Honesty and zest, joy and sorrow with quite a dab of anger as well actually. And oh so much embracing! It’s a perfect description of our encounter yesterday.

I am grateful to be a part of such a context. It makes it easier to walk my path, knowing there are people rooting for me along the journey. And if need be, they’ll do more than root for me. That knowledge is priceless.

Who’s rooting for you?

Isn’t life grand?

20140327-195245.jpgAt least that’s a feeling I spend a lot of time with lately. It’s a very fleeting sensation though, it comes and goes. One second I can be in the middle of that senstion, and the other it’s lost. I do greatly enjoy it when it visits though, and I had such an experience yesterday, while out walking.

Part of the joy of life for me, is the very fact that my experience of it fluctuate so much. With every new thought there is the chance to experience new turns on the roller coaster of life – going up or down – since my feeling is a direct result of my thinking. Not too long ago, I lacked this understanding of the nature of life.And those days I chased the highs, and despised myself for falling into the lows. I rarely experience that anymore. Of that I am grateful, I must say.

However, last night, I enjoyed the grandness of life to its fullest:

Isn’t life grand?