Still true, yes? To be a light and dress yourself inside and out as if your going out into the world mattered. I had a great reminder of that. I went to the farmers market this morning before teaching class. I usually let my clothes talk to me and tell me what to wear. Guess you could say I’m bossed around by my clothes. I see it as being in conversation with them. So this morning I dressed in these lovely white capri pants that have been too hot to wear all summer, and the top that was given to me with them. It has a little lace, some cutouts, and is very elegant for a tee. I set off after taking pictures of a pear and my courtyard. Not something I usually do before going to the market. But they called me so what was I to do? Enjoy them for a minute.
My organic olive guy was there after three weeks. I know because I had come every week especially for him and it was always, “Oh next week.” But today he was there or his people were, and most of all the olives were. Wahe Guru he has the best. So I loaded up and went back for a jar for friends. Then off to my plant or starter guy for my garden. Along the way, I was pulled by this little stand that has some delightfully light and delicious gluten-free goodies. I bought this yummy lemon/orange cake thing that is made of rice flour and is light and delightful as a once-in-a-while treat. This was that day. Now on to my starter guy who had no oregano but did have other plants I needed like strawberries (yes, we can plant them here year round, I just found that out), and parsley and some lettuces. So amazing having a garden. It is both grounding and uplifting. Then on to my Israeli citrus and avocado man. There was a lovely large-in- size and magnanimous projection African American man complete with dreads. He was wishing Happy Holy Days to the vendor. I said, “Happy Rosh Hashanah” and the other man looked at me and said, “How do you know about that?” I said, “I love to go pray and chant with everyone on their holy days.” He asked if I had ever been to the service and I said, “Yes, many of my students are Jewish and they have taken me many times.” Then the Israeli vendor, funny I know what his child looks like and his wife and where he lives and not his name (have to remedy that), asked if I fasted on Yom Kippur. I said I had. He was clearly awed. The other man asked what I do – always a challenging question. I change lives, I get people to claim their essence and expand it, I … or I answer in terms I think they can understand. This time I chose words I thought he could relate to. This conversation went on for awhile about Jews in Isreal and Jews here and what Israeli Jews think of American Jews, which was that they are all over the place – the jewbu, the jewsikh, the… And I asked, “Isn’t that what we are all going for? Connecting into the vastness of what is in each moment?” They looked a little confused for a moment and then had to agree. I heard my call to leave as I needed to get back and teach my Sunday class.
As I was leaving the market, I grabbed a small sample of OJ, something I never do but it was truly liquid sunlight. Good calling out to me and greatful reception. Then this man literally reached out to grab me. Not in a mean way and this is what he said, “I am French and I am very particular and you have a light, dressed all in white and beautiful. I have watched you spreading light all through this market. It was beautiful.” This gentleman was probably in his 70s and dressed very dapper. Yet he was not speaking to my clothes but to the radiance of the Divine coming through. I took it as God saying, “You are making more room for me to prevail through you. Wahe Guru.”
So dress as if you will be seen by your beloved each time you go out.
Remember to spiff up your magnetic field so you can spread “the light.”
It never hurts to chant on the way to anywhere and everywhere.
Share with me your majical experiences, for speaking of these to each other expands them and gives them more energy on this planet.