I felt like I had misplaced my heart.

A whole bag of goodies, notebooks.. and my cell phone,

seemed to have evaporated.

I scolded myself, “This is what happens when you stay

out too late and get too little sleep. What were you thinking?”

The other side of ego leaped up, “Thinking? Ha. Not thinking at all… so what else is new?” 

If I spent more time paying any heed to that ego side they surely would have started spewing expletives in short order.

I released them and went about my business, most close to hand a class I was teaching, a 9 in the morning class. It was my soul identity class – a sacred time when I work with an incredible group of people regarding to soulful matters of the heart.

My ego-thought ramblings clearly had no space there.

I mentioned to one of my students that my cell phone was missing.

She gasped, “Oh, no! Have you been going crazy with the looking?”

I inhaled.  “No, I somehow understood that I needed to let go of the looking and instead, immerse myself in the moment,”  which is where I decided to spend my day, immersed in the moment.

Class ended.  I came back to my desk, wearing my usual work attire of a nightgown with my hair piled on the top of my head. No make-up, not even lipstick.  I listened to Alasdair Frazer and Began writing. Writing. Writing. I created an MP3 entitled “Where does your soul want you to go?” and it was in the moment of saving that

recording that I thought I heard a knock on the door.

I placed my palm against the door, not wanting to open it to anyone I didn’t know. “Yes, what is it?” or something like that.

Imagine my surprise to hear it was my Muse, bringing me… yet again… my cell phone, which seems to have a habit of disappearing when I am with him.  I let go of the looking. The Divine had handled it already.

I stayed immersed in the moment.  I held my phone, I hugged my muse in gratitude – and blushed at being caught in the middle of the morning wearing my nightgown, no make-up with my hair piled on top 
of my head.

I had just read these words from Rumi:

“Oh heart, sit with someone who knows the heart;

Go sit under the tree which has the fresh blossoms.”

Not the place that goes crazy with looking or worries incessantly or responds with attachment to the “stuff” of life which detracts from the truth of life.

My muse delivers because we choose to tune into the knowing of the heart. We sit under the tree with the fresh blossoms. And we sometimes stay awake late into the earliest part of the day… and trust that whatever comes is just right. Even if that is losing and sometimes

finding and appearances in unexpected places and forms.

Today – sit with someone who knows the heart. Your heart. Her heart. His heart. The collective heart.

Sit under the tree – sit in the place, the space, the arena… which has the fresh blossoms.