You commit yourself to something that is the call of your heart: kindness, a friendship, learning to love by learning to Tango, forgiving everyone for everything.… Then you do what matters most: align that commitment with action.
Over time, as your dedication is shaped by the grist of experience, things happen that are indistinguishable from magic. Out of nowhere, like finding a hundred dollar bill in an old shirt, you suddenly feel the ever-deeper sensation of doing that thing more completely than ever before.
You’re just that much more in harmony, that much more expansive, that much more at home. This happened to me recently: a surge in my attunement to the drumbeat of “Only Love.” Then, the next day, my dog Red disappeared.
