For What Does Your Heart Long?
“May I walk with Beauty all around me.
As I walk the Beauty way.”
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation (citing a Navajo prayer)
“Each morning we are born again. What we do today matters most.”
I spoke with a woman this morning who is 96 years old. I listened to her talk about how she first met her husband, who is now deceased, and about her daughter who died not long ago from brain cancer. After her daughter died, this woman prayed daily for her own death. She went into the hospital with a number of serious ailments. On Sunday morning, she says, she opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was her great grandbabies. She realized that was God’s answer: it was not her time to go. Her family had already suffered enough loss. She got better and left the hospital. That was six years ago. This morning, she was recalling the people and community organizations that have touched her life. She was reflecting upon the ways she would like to give back.
For what does your heart long? That is the question I was asking myself this afternoon. When I sit quietly, I can hear what my spirit has to say: My heart longs to believe that happiness is real, that love is enormous and eternal, and that peace is present, now, in this moment. My heart longs for a soul filled with dancing, light, drumming, music, and joy. My heart longs to believe that the Universe is miraculous and beautiful and that we just have to be still a moment to see it. My heart longs to believe like a young child: in angels, fairies, and magic—everywhere and in everything.
My heart longs for an imagination so vast that any time outdoors with sticks, dirt, trees, and sunlight is an amazing adventure. And I long for others to join me and to show me the wonder that is possible when we remember who we are . . . and why we are here.
In joy and gratitude,