The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

-Rumi as translated by Coleman Barks.

I keep on recognizing this. Again and again. With so many loves of all types.

I am in love with the firey unpredictability of every moment, the way that life and the many faceted worlds can nudge the lens of my perception in the most profound way so as to change everything in my life except the pure perfection of the choice to love.

I am dripping with the emotional waters of abundant blessings and leaving puddles of messy ecstatic prayers everywhere I look. The blessing is between the words, beneath the actions, and sometimes over my head.

What a difficult thing to express in words. I will have to keep dancing...