Johnny K took me to a secret Lenape Indian spot when we started dating. Places like this is how love begins.
Now, when I get a chance, I take people I love to this secret holy place. Yesterday I had a chance to bring my mother-in-law.
This little pond is still, like a mirror. And yet this silent, serene pond feeds this ever running water fall. Feeds it through rainy season, heat wave, and drought. Feeds it at the rate of two thousand gallons per minute. The water springs up after traveling through limestone under the earth. It flows and flows and flows and flows and flows from this silent pond. The Lenape Indians once had villages here and it is still visited today. Things are left that are meaningful to people.
Here I am reminded of the eternalness and magic of things.
Perhaps when you are as big as God, you are happy with everything. You just love. You have no needs. You just experience. You are filled up with every perfect needle on each pine tree; every little feather on each bird, every little hair on each head. You love every sweet pond and every drop of water in it as it travels the path that you love.
You understand totally the feelings of all and where the feelings came from.
You root for no team, no country, no religion, no race, and no sexual orientation; because you are happy with everything. They are all your children, they are all created in your own image. You do not need to cheer for anyone to win, because it is all eternal. No thing is ever lost. All wonderful dogs, missed by masters, rest right at your heavenly feet. Unless they have decided to come back again to play. No thing is ever lost. No thing. Nothing is ever lost.
You just hope that everything feels love and therefore learns to love. But you do not need to even hope that, because you are God. You know it is all good. You know that everyone will have opportunities to get loving.
I mean that two ways; to get some loving and to get on to the job of loving.
Joseph Campbell wrote in his book "The Power of Myth" that the basic theme of all mythology is that there is an invisible plane supporting the visible one.
In the whole book, that is a sentence that I return to again and again. Let me whisper it in your ear so your ear might hold it for you:
The basic theme of all mythology is that there is an invisible plane supporting the visible one.
I loved that so much.
ever in the world,
had a story to explain "that there is an invisible plane supporting the visible one."
I take such comfort in that. That somehow, every one of us knows.
The water flows and flows and flows and flows and flows from the silent pond.
I hope the idea of it reminds you of the eternalness and magic of things.