Right way, it's got me thinking about Kermit and Miss Piggy and their "Rainbow Connection." Here's a version with Kermit and Debbie Harry:
Someday we'll find it... I love how hopeful that is! And I think it's what I am looking for every time I write a poem or a story, or when I walk in the early mornings or when I pray: connection. Connection to the universe, to nature, to other people. To myself, to the mystery of living, to a higher power...
Here is a poem I adore by the Persian poem Hafiz:
With That Moon Language
Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a
full moon in each eye that is
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in
this world is
This reminds me of a conversation I had this past week with my 17 year old who this school year started at a new (giant) school where he knew no one... and this past week he started a new job, where he also knew no one.
He said the girls working there looked really mean, and he was a little intimidated and wondering if they would even talk to him. But the one who looked the meanest ended up being the sweetest in terms of helping him learn the ropes. He said he realizes now that she's just shy -- just like he is.
And that got us talking about how so few kids have reached out to him at school. They have their friend groups, and they just ignore him because they don't know him.
What if HE was the one to reach out to them? How could we all change our lives if we just took that teeny-tiny risk? If WE were the ones to reach out first?
Today may I be the one to live with a full moon in each eye, telling the world and the people I meet how I love them.