One of my most precious experiences with the utter and complete shared power of ordinary love happened one day on a bus while commuting home along South Lake Shore Drive in Chicago. All of a sudden the traffic stopped flowing heading north in the opposite lanes. For a few moments there were no more cars. Then out of nowhere, there was a large motorcade of police and big black shiny SUV’s cutting off all traffic flow. My fellow travelers and I wondered aloud about who it could be that could be worth all that fuss.
Then I remembered.
Nelson Mandela had been speaking in our neighborhood at the University of Chicago that day. I said out loud it must be him heading home.
After that revelation, all frustration about being stuck and the changes in traffic were out the window and you could have heard a pin drop on that bus filled with a rainbow nation of colors and creeds and cultures all heading home.
Tears welled up and there was not a dry eye as we all shared a moment of silent gratitude together for a man who was helping us remember that we can peacefully move mountains using love.
Just ordinary love.
Recently here at my new home on the coast there have been storms and gale force winds and this morning I awoke to the beach covered in what one of my precious teachers once lovingly referred to as “the great white silence”… it is that peaceful state of being on our home planet when water transforms and returns from the sky to earth as snow. What a wonderful day to remember this extra-ordinariness of ordinary love and share another quiet moment to celebrate a potential of how we can be here together as our brother Nelson finally made it home.
The sea throws rocks together
But time leaves us polished stones
header picture for this post is of a polished smooth rock I found on the beach which I then placed back into a crevice on the rough sea cliff that it originally came from 🙂