Silently Drawn into the Present

 Silently Drawn into the Present

A quote from Rumi arrives on the Internet this morning: Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. 
The dappled shadows of the wind-whipped trees flash again and again on the wall this dawn and I think, yes, That

And the golden sun on the tips of the valley oak behind the house. 

And The curve of the goat horns as they watch each other getting their hooves clipped. 

The dog watching me write through my studio window, patiently waiting. 

I remember these things I love as we stir the biodynamic preparations, and in the process, my heart opens to everything. What is it about love that draws us into the absolute present?