Gradually you perceive the Presence. And it is not what you had expected.
It comes not as a great cosmic event or stupendous alchemical achievement,
But rather like an innocent child.
The similarities are staggering: the ancients expected Christ to show up as a full blown king trampling down their enemies. But he was born in poverty and humility, helpless and dependent.
With the child there comes a question: will you surrender to the responsibility of caring for an infant? Will you go on together in love?
Though it has no diapers to change, this baby needs constant attention. It wants to feel welcomed, loved, and protected.
You realize that the “one thing needful” is not some object to be found or deed to be done. It is not an acquisition or accomplishment.
It is a relationship requiring self-sacrifice.
Maternal instincts emerge (a strange experience for a man!) Nesting, nurturing, accommodating – attributes of motherhood.
The habitual urge for distraction diminishes, for there is a newborn to care for.
One perceives life anew. The things that had seemed so important simply aren’t now. They were like winds buffeting the house at night, whistling through the corners - expressions of an archetypal pain that has but one answer, one salving. They could frighten because you felt alone.
And now . . .
You are not alone any more.