ordinary divinity

I'm reading a book on Ordinary Recovery, a process of discovering the self by becoming ordinary, not special, every day. I'm reeling. I don't want to be ordinary. I want to be divine. I look around me and I don't see ordinary. I see divinity reflected in the eyes of my friends, in the blossoms of the plum tree, the exuberance of the daffodil and the love of Allee the mutt who curls at my feet as I write.

And yet, if all of this is divine, then divinity is ordinary. Each and every one of us opening into ecstacy. Waves of pleasure forming just by appreciating the ordinary divinity. The wave of a wise man's hands as he describes the dance. The appreciation in the eyes of his students and their students. This is ordinary divinity.

My heart is swept away in the wake of the divine. My cells resonate in the flow of life and death around me. Knowing each risk, as I walk across a street or fly over my partner's shoulders. The presence of death makes the divine that much more glorious. The bruise underscores the beauty and the morbidity of the flesh.

I breathe, resonate, fly, become still, and peace arrives in the flesh. It feels a divine and perfect embodiment. That is Vajraland. Coming to know the divine in each breath and learning to accept it as ordinary.

got it

today, suddenly, a spiritual lesson that i've heard over and over again made sense.

now. this is it, the only possible moment to believe in your own divinity. the only possible moment to realize that this is your life. right now. this is it. make it what you want. there is no other moment. there is nothing to wait for. this is it.

got it.

sheik nazim hit me on the head and told me to dance. i had to travel (literally) half way around the world to be given the lesson i already knew to be true. dance. now.

got it.

tonight i drove to eugene and remembered: this is it. this is my life. this moment. enjoy it. don't sit on the side lines. don't be a wallflower. dance. right now. dance.

got it.

fall in love. fall in love with everything. love your children and your mate and your friends and your parents and this dear goofy community you're part of. let them be themselves. their stuff is their stuff. let them work on their own divine lessons. ask them to dance once in a while.

got it.

i'm not always graceful. i stumble and do goofy things. i fall loudly. people laugh at me/with me. i like to pop bubbles, crack gum, make loud noises in quiet places. this is me: the divine is working something out loudly. i am exactly what the divine needs in this moment.

got it.

now. not next week. not on vacation. not after the next retreat. not after the next lesson. no reason to postpone enlightenment. enlightenment is now. this breath. this one.

got it?