Enthusiastic Surrender

The natural course of life includes birth, breath, and death.  When the days come to an end each evening, and the moonlight illuminates the sky with stars, we accept that tomorrow the sun will rise once again to shine on the earth.  It is natural, and expected.  We do not question the inevitable and we come to terms with the state of reality fairly early.  So many facts of life have become our truth yet when we encounter another person “quien nos da chispa”, we tend to shy away from the spark because it is deemed foreign.  It ignites our inner core and is unfamiliar from the monotony of truths we have reclaimed as our reality.  When the chispas (“sparks”, for my gringo followers) fade, and the scars heal from their colorful embers, sometimes we are left with nothing but a burn corroding our new reality.  But in rare cases, when the chispas wane, what is left is a memory of the luminous eruption, and the everlasting twinkle of a connection that well, just works.  It is not contrived, but instinctive in a way.   Effortless, real, and sincere.  But most of all, enduring.  Why in these moments do we negate the existence of the glimmer?  Why is it so difficult for us as adults to see the glow and accept it as truth in our life?  We hesitate, test the waters, and question its legitimacy.  If only we could be as children in this aspect: moving towards the gentle glow in submission with enthusiastic open arms...