Sometimes Concrete Looks Like Gold

Tonight I walked up 8th avenue towards 42nd on the same concrete streets I have walked nearly every week over the last year. I wore a huge smile on my face and carried a melody I haven't ever heard before in my ears. There have been interesting moments on these walks when I pulled my bag in a little closer and just watched with a little more intention, then there are nights like tonight when I could have sworn I was walking alone on bricks of gold. I honestly couldn't tell you if there was anyone else on the streets tonight, although there are the faint sounds of impatient cabbies in my far memory bank.

It's like I could see more clearly in the unseen than what was actually there around me. I am finding this "transition" happening more frequently as the realm of the Spirit becomes more and more real. This Creator, who knows every intricate facet of my being, is weaving a brilliant plan, all the while directing my path and leading me from one surprise to the next here in the natural.

A few days ago in another fairy-tail world deep in the Caribbean, I laid in the middle of a heli-pad on a gigantic cruise ship watching shooting stars until after midnight and talked about things I want to do that would take at least 3 lifetimes to accomplish. With the exception of the rocking of the boat, the "place" He took me felt very similar to my "streets of gold" in NYC tonight.

There is a land I live in deep in the heart of my Father where dreams come true...love explodes like a volcano with no fear or hindrance...buildings have my name on the mailbox...people come in mass to get free and get happy...creators make stuff without limit or fear...dancers use every square inch of their body to mimic the wind...stadiums are filled with sounds that wrap every person like a cocoon and leaves them no choice but to emerge with gigantic wings...daughters let their Father define the treasure they are before anyone else can tell them a lie...sons learn the art of pursuit in His Presence...mothers and fathers never grow old, but just get better and better at teaching us how to tie our shoes...and romance leaks into every thought, dream, and reality.

That is the "place" where I live and exist. Sometimes it looks like a cruise ship. Sometimes it looks like a golden street under a concrete disguise in New York City. Sometimes it is in the eyes of the one who makes you feel like a million bucks. Sometimes it is in the laughter of a friend who gets you and even in the questioning face of the one who doesn't. Sometimes it is in a yellow diamond that will someday hopefully find it's way home. Sometimes it is in the risky plan of a new friend who is crazy enough to go for really big ridiculous stuff.

This Land...This Place...This Man...This Creator...This Love...is more real to me than the chair I am sitting in. It's good. I like it. You should definitely hang out there.