the day i fell in love with an indian man...

with every day that passes, every book i read, every person i talk with and inner argument i pose with myself, with every delicious meal with which i entertain my taste buds and with each slow, voluptuous breath of fresh morning air i am blessed to inhale, i am more and more convinced that the more i know the less i really know, and yet the one thing i do know is that god is mightily bigger, more complex, sometimes less tangible feeling, and yet more true and personal than ever before.

whether or not you believe in reincarnation, karma, a one-time existence and the domains of heaven and hell, whether or not you follow a religion or speak mantras or do not care in the least bit about the bigger purpose in life and existence- there is an undeniable truth that pervades the human experience, and that is love.

life is eternal, and no matter where you are on your journey, there is this ultimate purpose that we as humans are privileged to fulfill and experience. We get to learn how to love, we get to feel and breath and crave and create and soak in love, because when it all boils down, love inspires creation and god, our source, is comprised 100% of love; therefore we are made of it, immersed in it, in dire need of receiving it and utterly blessed to give it to others.

this past week i spent a lot of time with people who were complete strangers to me. people who have different skin, different expressions, different languages, habits, backgrounds, beliefs, dreams, hurts, preferences, and styles. we gathered together in the presence of someone who imbibes this concept of love, who desires for us to understand how and to experience it in its fullest capacity.

strangers in every sense of the word, he (the exact opposite of me) and i sat eyes locked, hand in hand, hearts beating uncontrollably, nearly chest to chest, for what seemed hours on end. we embraced the deepest core of one another, finding comfort and joy in knowing that we are both from the same source, needing the same things, sharing the same energy , connected much more intimately than we may ever have imagined. soon the unfamilar face that caused me to twinge with anxiety soon elicited laughter deep within me. his eyes, at first seemingly far away and unreachable transformed into eyes, a soul, i have known my entire life. tears worthy of only the purest joy began to stream down his cheeks as warmth began to occupy every space in my heart. i immersed myself in his arms, let myself melt into him as we held each other and rocked back and forth together in that small space of time.

i felt as if i was one with this man, this complete stranger. i felt as though everything about myself that i loved, that felt divine and good in me i could see and feel in him as well. it was like looking into the eyes of someone who has share your heart for years. trust. safety. being known. light.

i underestimated the love that i have claimed to know and give so frequently during my life. i underestimated how freeing it feels to let go of insecurities, of fears, of comfortable boxes and spaces and to let oneself merge with another soul simply by recognizing that god resides equally as much in one as the other. it sounds strange, but its perfect, actually. its the difference between understanding what a perfect mountain blizzard should feel or look like, and actually experiencing it for yourself, feeling the cold air rush down your neck, seeing the glimmer of the sunshine in each delicate snowflake, hearing the crunch of fresh packed snow beneath your boots, undressing from the layers of clothes and experiencing the heat of a raging fireplace tickle every inch of your skin...

love is what creation is all about. love is what the creator is all about. love is all we have to understand and experience, just a glimmer of the bigger picture...