I just called to say, “I love you.” I just called to say how much I care, I do, I just call to say, “I love you.” And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
I called my poet friend, Ann, who is 89 years old to let her know what I loved about the poem she had written and sent through our group email. Her soft, sweet voice burst with joy as she shared about the lunch-warm chicken and food from The Bistro -she had eaten outside on a glorious, warm spring day.
“Oh, Laura, the trees are so beautiful-all the flowering blossoms in pinks and whites-the gorgeous yellow of the forsythia!” Her joyous energy flowed around me, lifting me. I shared how much I love the blue sky, white clouds, and those delightful pops of color emerging after the more monochromatic winter hues.
I let her know that mom died two days ago, that I had cried a bit realizing I would not ever hear my mother say these words: “I’m proud of you. I accept you exactly as you are.” Alive she had not been able to utter those phrases. Ann knew the challenging, complicated relationship I had navigated with my mother. “Laura your mom is proud of you. She loves you completely now. She is love! Her spirit is love. Love is all there is!!” Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the truth of the words spoken with hearty enthusiasm, faithful certainty from this wonderfully wise, cherished friend. We talked a bit more about the incredibly beautiful day outside, the rebirth of spring.
“I look forward to when I can see you again, Ann, and hug you.”
“I am hugging you right now, Laura. I love you and have my arms around you this moment.” In my mind’s eye and my sensed experience I can remember her warm arms around me, the wisps of her white long hair as they lightly touch my face. I can see her bright eyes behind her glasses, her soft wrinkles around her glowing smile. We end the conversation with several “I love you’s.” and “I will talk to you soon!” flowing in and out like tai chi “wave hands like clouds.”
I thought I would be the one to brighten Ann’s day. What I actually experienced was an energy current of pure positivity from Ann’s precious soul whooshing through the phone and landing directly in my heart and body like the glowing alien in the movie “Cocoon” when the alien sends loving energy to the human male character across the swimming pool making his whole body brighten with white expanding light.
Calling to hear those beautiful voices, the smile that enlivens the vocal cords, the lilting, tinkling, or booming chest resonance of human laughter can be essential emotional nourishment.
Hearing the tenor, tone, cadence of the voice of a friend, colleague, neighbor, or beloved one energizes the entire heart, mind, body, and spirit. The content of the conversation doesn’t even matter as the words ebb, flow, wiggle, trickle around each other in between the breaths of air inhaled, exhaled, exchanged back and forth like a delicious syllable waltz to the silent music of compassionate, caring presence.
May you take a moment to reach out with a heartwarming call to another human being or as many people as you choose. May this experience awaken you and power up your life force energy with love and joy reminding you that you matter, that human connection matters immensely and always has. May this become a delightful practice for as many days that you are blessed with precious life.