I’m sitting in the middle of the Seattle train station… crying… on my way to Canada — the first day of my month-long solo-travels throughout the northwest…
Tears flow as I watch hundreds of beautiful people pouring from a nearby train. Every shape and color and size and age… A girl wearing a cat mask. A newborn cradled in his mother’s warm chest. An older woman in a wheel chair. 2 women wearing burkas and heart-shaped pink glasses. A heavy set couple leaning in for a tender kiss. A thin man with a limp, walking his small dog.
And all I can see is streams of white light filling all of their bodies…. a divinity that animates is all. The utter, sheer perfection that is who we ALL are at our very core….
And I cry from the immense, overwhelming love and light filling this huge open station…. as I drink in the REAL TRUTH that I rarely allow myself to see. Witness. Touch. Feel.
My heart feels as wide as this building. State. Country. World. As I forgive myself for all those times when I did not realize how perfect and beautiful I truly am. And all the times I did not see that same light and beauty in the people around me.
Ah…. life is so very, very sweet indeed….
