Yesterday, as I sat holding my beautiful baby boy I peered into his bright eyes.
They say you can see God in the eyes of a child. I know it's true. I saw it the day he was born. The miracle of life was in my hands, the very hands that helped bring the ultimate gift of life to this precious child. Absolute Love is there, in his eyes.
It is the energy that connects every cell, every atom and molecule in the universe.
Love.
And in my book, God is Love.
But lately, I'm not feeling it.
Maybe it was an act of desperation or a cry for help. I'm feeling washed out, dragged down and tired. I haven't been rested or relaxed in god-only-knows how long. I feel out of place in the universe and out of touch with the spirits that guide me. I don't feel love.
'You can see God in the eyes of a child'.
I look into those eyes everyday. When I teach him, I stare into those eyes with amazement at his astute learning- orchestrated by a wildfire of neurons. When I nurse him I stare lovingly into those eyes- watching him blink and nod, then drift off into the sleep that perfect comfort brings. But I want to look closer. I want to see into the mirror of his pure and perfect soul. I want to see God. So I peer into those beautiful eyes. Like a mantra I say to myself: 'You can see God in the eyes of a child'.
Without intending to, I quickly look away. I try again to stare deeply into his eyes and again that avoidance mechanism takes over and my gaze involuntarily shifts to the side. Amused at myself I try it again just to see.
This is the point where everyone in the coffee shop begins to stare at and make assumptions about the strange lady making near-expressionless shifty glances at the baby on her lap. If I were the type of girl who left the house, that is.
Luckily I am not. This stare-down took place in my quiet- near empty living room. And the baby was winning.
I took a deep breath, centered myself and again I repeated my mantra; 'you can see God in the eyes of a child'. I opened my heart and stared deeply into the all encompassing abyss of drooly cuteness. Only, instead of seeing within those eyes, I saw my own reflection. Crystal clear but slightly distorted across the lenses of those glossy baby blues.
It was there- albeit morbidly obese and unkempt, I caught a glimpse of the divine.
Yes. Indeed, we are all the embodiment of God. I am a Goddess with limitless capabilities. I am as close to God as this precious baby boy in my arms. I am as worthy and as deserving as this perfect soul. My reflection stares back at me. Tired, aging and fat.
Yesterday, I found God.
There is a Goddess within me...
and I think maybe,
I ate it.
