When I set the table for our Christmas dinner I placed a small package wrapped in paper and ribbon on top of each person’s plate. During our meal, people would take turns unwrapping their package and reading the question inside, and we would all take turns answering it. One of the questions was, “What get’s you up in the morning.” My son-in-law who is uncomfortable sharing at a deep level answered, “Alarm clock.” My daughter who has the luxury of sleeping in because she’s unemployed at the moment said, “The sun.” For me, it’s just the excitement of another new day. I really like being alive. But these days, what gets me up in the morning is wanting to get back to an internet conversation I am having with people all over the world. It deals with the power of story. I log into the Global MindShift website first thing in the morning and the last thing at night.
Our conversation revolves around what we see going on in the world today and what is the story driving it. Last night I went to bed pondering the question – Do we need a new story and what should be the basis of that story.
I imagined myself waking the next morning and posting a brilliant message dealing with our cosmic story including the big bang, star dust, galaxies and light years.
But instead, when I woke up, lying there in bed looking out at our little woods, it came to me what the basis of our new story is. Everything was suddenly clear to me. Everything made sense, all 13.7 billion years of it! Every tree outside my window, the birds singing me awake, the squirrels scurrying about, the sun rising, every drop of rain to fall, every snowflake, every raspberry I taste, every song I sing, every laugh I hear, every flower I smell, very person’s eyes I’ve looked into, every time I’ve held an infant in my arms, every time I’ve held the hand of someone dying, every smile, every tear, every hug, every kiss, every single one of those billions and billions of stars, every planet including our Earth, every ocean, every river, every lake, every forest, every desert, every prairie, every breath we breath, every beat of our hearts. EVERYTHING. Everything made sense.
I believe. No, I know, the basis of our new story, old story, future story is LOVE. Our new story is and always was and always will be…a love story.
I woke up this morning and I felt loved. I thought to myself – the Universe is about love. The Universe loves me.
So, good morning everyone, I love you. The entire Universe loves you. Now, if that doesn’t get you up in the morning, nothing will.
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