Heaven in this Space, Heaven in this Place

I’ve finally remembered what this is about. This being all of life…

After some 40 plus days over nine countries and counting traveling by car, train, plane, bus, taxi (water, scooter, car, van), scooter, tuk-tuk and boat I am clear.

Heaven includes freedom, joy, love – perfection. This started for me well before this trip. You may have noticed it with Follow In Love. But still being in love was not the topic. But I’ll get back to that.

I ended up traveling by car up the eastern coast of the USA from Florida, then by plane to Milan, Italy. At this point I began to feel the discomfort of a broken routine and the gap of not seeing my children.

Yet still there was this sense of being held. Night after night Italians, Swiss, Germans and even the French would welcome Elle and I into their homes. We were family.

Half a world away, I am held. Still this aching was inside me. Under my happiness, “What is this?” I battled with feeling like I was separate from my home. What an illusion.

Held not by resources, but validating love. It’s the constant. It’s what I feel from within, from the empty space within. And so, half a world away it’s there.

Still working, still traveling I debated whether Asia was a valid place to continue. And the answer was yes. Still I felt some fear around this. An unknown land, a language that’s not Latin based. I mean, the writing looks nothing like anything I might recognize.

I surrender. My guidance calls me.

And today, as I get a 170฿ (about $5) haircut and shave I motion for what I want, showing a picture from my phone. The stylist says, “short?” I nod. And point to my receding hair line and say, “not too much here.” She nods. And I trust the meaning as I feel it between us because the words were not met with understanding.

And I fall into myself. Deciding that this is going to be the best haircut I’ve ever had. I trust that she knows exactly what I want. After all we are one, at one. And she goes to work, hair flying everywhere.

And then I feel it… I see it… she is an artist. She is detailed; there is a certain kind of flow. And before I know it my haircut is done. And it may be the best cut I’ve ever had. No words. Connection. Trust. My own. She is my refection.

Next I had to have a Thai massage. You would too. At 300฿ (about $10) you may even choose a massage over lunch, just sayin’.

As I lay there I feel it again. Heaven. I melt away. I hear it from within. “Heaven in this space. Heaven in this place.” And then again, “Heaven in this space. Heaven in this place.”

As this Thai woman continues to massage my leg, tears begin to roll off my face –heaven. The world collapses around me.

I had been through this in my mind. The size of the world is small. In less than 24 hours you can arrive almost anywhere on the planet. Using reason to feel closer to home. Funny.

And now I remember, heaven in this space, the space within me. I am home. I am in love. I am at peace. And so in this place (West Palm Beach, St. Michaels, Milan, Como, Zurich, Munich, Innsbruck, Venice, Monaco, Nice, Chiangmai, Solana Beach) I get the reflection.

It doesn’t matter where I am. It validates. I am held. I am family. I am what’s in that space.

I remember.