Earlier today I wrote about some dynamics of relationships. I want to share the beginnings of the interchange between Eric and Anne Lafarnge that leads to Anne’s awakening to Self in the sense of an epiphany and Eric’s continuation in that same process.
Heart know our needs, our longings, our cries to understand how we matter, how we want to experience love and peace, and how we identify Self. In fact, Heart is that essential part of us, that essential part who knows what our total being needs and yearns for.
Because of that, Heart knows the most important part of our existence involves relationships. We are all united because we all have Spirit. We desire to connect because we are one, no matter what we think of one another, what we believe about politics, social issues, or anything concerning being a human being. If you think we all bleed the same color blood and that proves our equality, what about each of us bearing the same essence of eternal Spirit; we are one.
We will all know that some day; however, here and now, Heart urges us to find those connections and uses those to help us discover that Heart-core Self. So, here is my lead-in to a most significant phase of Anne’s and Eric’s lives, but forms the basis of one of the deepest desires any human being has: to make meaningful connections in this life that reflects who we are and why we are here.
Eric left the office shortly after noon that Friday. He had decided to do some reading and research on the deck. He was sleeping under the drowsy influence of the afternoon sun. He never heard Anne until she opened the double French doors onto the deck.
“Oh, Anne, I dozed off doing some research for the Oprimida case, although I got word this afternoon that one of the more disturbing aspects of the case has been reversed.”
“What happened? Wait. Do you want anything to drink? I’m opening a bottle of chardonnay.” Anne stepped back through the open doors.
“I’ll have one of those imperial milk stouts.” He raised his voice as Anne was already in the kitchen.
She reappeared with the wine and beer. “Here you are.” She left the doors open.
“Cheers! To an unexpected Friday afternoon together.” They touched glasses and smiled.
Eric sipped his beer and set it down. “Okay, I decided to come home and do some research because I just felt like I needed to be here to regroup. I saw Ms. Oprimida this morning and she told me about a ridiculous letter and summons meant to silence her. The whole case against her is built on flimsy, substandard legislation that I can dismantle, but it was really weird.”
“What was weird?”
“I was going to speak with a judge who was involved, and it wasn’t even a full hour after Ms. Oprimida left that she called me to say the letter and the summons had been rescinded. I’m her attorney and took no action. Why would her school district and judge do that when I hadn’t approached them. In fact, I had advised the lady to take a little vacation with her husband and just stay off the radar until I could deal with this next week.”
“Well, isn’t that good? Won’t it save her some distress?”
“Definitely, but it’s not normal. In fact, I never had it happen with any case before — no legal intervention and the problem goes away? — with a judge involved. I just wonder if the school district is planning on pursuing some other angle, so I brought some sources home and I’m trying to figure out what it might be. I felt like my heart was telling me to leave.” Eric took a sip of his beer. “So, why are you home early?”
Anne set her glass down. “Funny you should say that about your heart telling you to leave.”
“Why is that funny?”
“The same sort of thing happened to me. I know I have been skeptical about the spiritual searching you have been doing, or that you were doing. But this afternoon I had these thoughts, maybe more like a nagging little feeling I put words to. I don’t really know what it was, but I wanted to get home and just talk to you.” She put her hand on his forearm as Eric looked at her.
“What happened that made you feel like that? What were the feelings, the voice?” He sat up and shifted to sit sideways in the lounger. He touched the top of her hand.
Leaving it here for tonight. I’m no Hemingway, Steinbeck, King, or Kingsolver, but I value the fact that at least a few people every day read what I write and we connect that way.
Why? I’m eternal Spirit, and my Purpose is to write and connect with others in this way. What does your Heart say to you?
Questions to consider:
How many times have you asked yourself or simply thought about the following questions?
Who am I, really?
What is my truth?
How do my actions reveal what I really feel and believe?
What would I do with my life if I could do anything?
What is my passion?
Why am I here?
How can I discover answers to any of these questions?
If you have considered any of these questions, I hope that my experiences and writing will give you some guidance. Please read my blog and comment and share your thoughts. I would love to hear from you!