One thing I love in any continued relationship is the time that eventually comes when you can sit together quietly, doing different things, but feel together while doing it. I've experienced this with family, with friends, with my husband. You are sitting on the couch together, and you are reading a book and she is reading the newspaper. Or you are in the kitchen cooking something and he is sitting at the table doing some work. And you're not saying anything, but the love that binds you together in that moment is palpable. You are distinct but connected. It feels comfortable and safe.
A few days ago, for a moment I found that with God. I sat down to pray and meditate, and an image came powerfully to mind. I was sitting on my cushion on the floor, a chalice lit in front of me, my breath coming evenly. And I imagined God as an older woman, sitting next to me in a chair, knitting. We weren't interacting, but underneath our sitting and our knitting was a current of confident love. I knew she was there, with me, and we would sit there as long as we needed.
Now I can't wait for the time in the morning when I can go to my cushion and sit with God for a while. And maybe she will knit me a pair of socks, to keep my feet warm.
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