As I turned off Canal Street onto Roosevelt Road this morning, I started listening to Phil Collins sing "True Colors" on the radio; I lost it. At first, I thought about all the bullied kids who took their life after years of abuse. Damn near ran off the road.
As I crested the hill on Roosevelt Road, another feeling hit me. I simply loved everyone in an incredibly deep way. I didn't see the light Merton saw, but I experienced total love: for all life, sentient and non, with no agendas, distinctions or labels. It simply was. It took me several hours to process.
Songs can inspire, but not like this. This emotion was overpowering. As soon as it hit, it was gone but a few minutes later. But I am grateful that it happened. Things like this have taken place before, but this was the most powerful. All Creation danced with the Divine in that moment; love was real.