Last night as I was laying in bed, just before I fell asleep, I remember having the thought that I should write about September 11, 2001.

I found that strange. It’s not something that’s usually on my radar.

This morning it became more clear that I was being guided to a beautiful example of how Soul is the foundation of our earthly life experience and how automatic and naturally it reveals itself as an expression of Love when we let go…or are forced to let go.

This is not a recount of that day’s events, but if you’ll stick with me for just a brief moment, I’ll show you how, when our time is up, and the mind completely dissolves because it knows so, that all that remains is the desperate urge to express what’s in our hearts.

I only use this example because it was on such a large and visible close to home scale.

All those people being brought to their knees, and all they wanted to do was call home and tell their loved ones how much they loved them…how much they mattered.

Such grace.

What beauty.

This is the language of the Soul.

The point is, that kind of grace, beauty, and love of the Soul is always there waiting to be shared, expressed, and deeply felt, but we tend to ignore that kind of depth of Being and living.

We only allow such intimacy with life and others when we are at our most vulnerable, such as near death, or experiencing some type of great loss.

It doesn’t have to be that way, though oftentimes, it is adversity of some kind that will throw open the doors to the deeper meaning of a life.

To be sure, the world most of us have grown up in has taught us to live in our heads, to achieve, to strive, to get, and to be “important.”

I can guarantee you that none of the people who called home during 9/11 before they died gave a crap about any of that. All they wanted was one last precious moment to express what was in their hearts.

When I was a teenager, our family moved back to Canada from Africa and I went straight into first year high school. Our four years in Africa had changed me so much. I had become attuned to the rhythms of her ways, to nature, and to the mystery of her Soul and my own. Life there was lived incredibly out loud and soulfully open.

You can imagine what happened when I tried to live that way here, in high school.

Constant humiliation and isolation are the feelings that I recall.

I learned very fast that that kind of open soulfulness was not accepted here. So being a teenager and wanting only to fit in, I donned the mask of self-protection and carried on.

I imagine that everyone has a similar sort of tale to tell about the loss of innocence, and then, hopefully one day, the brilliant return home to oneself..to one’s Soul.

This is what the evolution of the Soul is all about, and right now it is the Soul’s Essence in all of us, disguised as the yearning of the heart to live a meaningful, deeply intimate life, that is trying to express and fulfill itself.

We all want this, whether we admit it or not.

And all we really have to do to live such a life is claim it.

I’m going to reflect on those beautiful beings who were on their cell phones one last time calling home during 911, and I’m going to take the lessons from their immense courage…

Love right now.

Risk right now.

Share right now.

Right now.

Maybe you will do this too, but don’t do it because you read it here…

Do it because somewhere deep inside, you absolutely know it’s what you’ve always wanted to do, but were afraid your heart wasn’t big enough or courageous enough to express all that soulful tenderness within.

Here’s all you’ll ever need to know about that in two words…

It is…

 

With love,

Heather xo