One of Yogananda’s poems talks about hiding behind duality, life, illusion and even unanswered prayers.  But the Divine cannot hide behind our love, “in the mirroring light of my love, You are revealed.”

As this blog is written by a human, merely being, sometimes I just don’t feel like loving.  Usually it’s because I don’t feel loved, and the culprit is another human–merely being.  You really can only trust humans to be human.  Or as the saying goes, “Love people, only trust God.” 

Ok, enough quotes, I’m cranky.  Wrestling with what I know to be illusion–feeling unappreciated.  This feeling, however, is a foil and a barrier for me to just simply do what I love, to move forward with the channel of love that is moving through me, to release the dam of goodness that is always pouring through me.

Lucky for me I’ve got a God that allows me to be a cranky snotty short-sighted human some days.  She holds me like a fussing baby, cooing with a little laugh at my toddler stomp against life as it is, spoiled that the red carpet and servants don’t clean the house, promote my business, design a market, make the calls, fulfill my duties, have difficult conversations.  Waa waa waa.

She strokes my hair, wipes my tears and rocks me in Her arms, hiding a little smile at my frustration in the light of the gloriful day She’s made for me.  She sings a lullabye about puppy dogs, swings, fairies and elephants.  And like the infant I truly am, I am mesmerized by Her beautiful voice.