Love of the Universe

Yesterday’s run was exceptional. Huge dark clouds were rolling in right at 5:30 when I was wrapping up language work for the day. As people hurried to bring in their laundry and solar lights, I hurried to tie my shoes and get as much of a run in as possible before the heavens opened. This particular run I was chased by about 20 kids. We ran ‘the loop’ twice before drops began to fall, at a record pace since I didn’t know how long the clouds would wait for me. When it really started raining we turned the group around and raced to the house Grace and I call “the bachelor pad” which is tall enough to stand under comfortably. Together we all did my 8-minute strength routine as the sky poured and huge gusts of wind blew the water into our circle. The kids love jumping jacks and high knees and think squats and jump squats are hilarious (they like to make pooping noises). During the other exercises like push ups and lunges they mimic my breathing. We laughed when my feet slipped out from under me doing the wall chair. After strength, it was still really pouring and everyone asked if we would do our traditional race through the rugby field to end our workout. I said no since I didn’t want to be responsible for 30 wet children so they went off without me, racing and splashing, slipping and laughing. Those who stayed behind under the house I taught the hokey pokey since I knew it would get some laughs. When the heavens abated a bit I jogged home with some other Basido corner folk and was happy to find Wagiba stoking a nice fire in our kitchen.

Tessa gave me a message on the day of the full moon and I’ve been trying to ponder what it could mean for me. It says:

When I accept the LOVE of the universe as my primary teacher, I will always be guided back to the LIGHT.

My first thought was: I’ve never thought of the universe as being loving or even being sentient. I’m happy to personify other elements of the cosmos but not the universe which seems too big and too ambivalent to something as small and insignificant as humanity or me. But I believe in love and I believe in a higher energy or what might be called the light. So I’ve been looking out for ways in which the universe might show love and how I can learn from that.

The sun is shining and birds are singing. I’m happy because it means a dry happy funeral feast for Paul and hopefully a lot of charge for my solar panel.

Until next time,

Kate