I can’t sleep. This happens so much. I fall asleep easily, but invariably I’ll open my eyes, only to find that two hours have passed. I generally don’t panic on the first awakening, because there is still time to capture some rest in the next few hours before I have to jump into the new day. I usually drift back to sleep, only to find myself awake again in another two hours. I look at the time, shake my head, and say to myself, “Really?” I lie there and wonder why my thoughts are spinning. I try to will myself back to sleep. There is time. At least a little, anyway. I’ll open my eyes, hoping to learn that I’d drifted off, but see that in fact, time is slipping away, and all that time was lost in the spin. That is where the anxiety sets in. Should I get up and make some soothing tea? Should I make an appointment to see my doctor? Should I meditate? Oh, wait. Spinning thoughts. Not the easiest thing to do, that. I’ve almost never been able to meditate.
Today, amidst my spinning thoughts, I was pondering love in the bigger picture. Thinking of past experiences and emotions, of all the ways and times I’ve put my love out there. Always I’ve loved. I can’t find it now, but I know I’ve written about an epiphany I’ve had regarding being in love, and how, for all the love I’ve loved, I’ve never truly been in love. I remember how that surprised me. But always I’ve loved. I know that doesn’t make much sense, but it’s true.
The extending thought, then, is how will I recognize it, when it presents itself? The answer is that there is nothing to recognize. It will just be, because it has always been. No questions. Only a sense of comfort and peace. A feeling of home. A fit.
He kneels tentatively before her, glass slipper in hand. He doesn’t know what she knows. It’s up to her to raise the courage to let him see. This is my moment, she whispers in her head and her heart, and she realizes she has been holding her breath, looking at the top of this prince’s head as he kneels at her feet. She knows it will fit. It’s her slipper, after all. She knows it fits. She slides her foot in, and he slowly lifts his face. He looks into her eyes. He sees.
The bigger picture. Recognizing love that’s always been. Always, because love is in me, and has always been in me. I have loved from forever. My heart has always loved, someone, somewhere.
I stumbled across some words written in the sand on an Australian beach, years ago, and these words surfaced in my morning thoughts. Someone. Somewhere.
someone somewhere
“Someone somewhere dreams of your smile, and finds your presence and life worthwhile, so when you are lonely remember it’s true, someone somewhere is thinking of you.”
I am that someone. I have always been here.
I left some of my own thoughts in the sand that day.
hope
dream
love
laugh
forgive
live
