“He was sitting in a crowded bar, during a Bulls game, reading the Economist by the light of a cigar machine.”
That’s how Kate describes the first time she met her husband. Priceless, huh? It rings like the first line of a hard-boiled detective novel.
She knew he was the one because she felt so completely herself around him. Not surprising, since he was also being himself that night in the bar.
Isn’t that the greatest gift of love, that permission and space to be who we truly are? And yet we often slip reflexively into a more measured and “acceptable” version of ourselves. We hide the parts that we don’t like, assuming no one else will like them either. We decide what we love based on whether it will make others love us.
I think this Rumi quote is so profound. He doesn’t say “Let yourself be drawn by the pull of what you really want.” He says “Let yourself be SILENTLY drawn by the STRANGE pull…”
Silently to me means privately, internally, without following the crowd. The strange pull is one that feels awkward or weird. It’s inexplicable and unique.
It’s you being you. It’s irresistible.