If someone were to ask me how I am lately, I would have to say; “Unhinged”. Like an old barn door flapping in the wind, the hinges rusty and worn from trying to hold it together, I have finally let go. I had to let go in order to be present.
Letting go of old stories that once held us together is a prerequisite for living in the moment. Anything that gives even the slightest feeling of restriction, I’ve tried to release. That feeling is a good indicator that your mind is getting in your way. The mind will keep you from experiencing life without limitation.
I have waited a while to write something that I felt was worth sharing. Every day the same desire to cast my line out into the Cosmos and hook myself that one relevant feeling, that Collective Theme that could be shared and embedded into the ground as a marker post, has kept me going. Like a seasoned chief, I’ve thrust my gage into the fleshy part of the Universe, testing to see the “doneness” of our creations. Time and again the thermometer has come back the same. It registers; “It’s Personal”.
How does this world talk to you? Where do you get your information, your understanding of your relationship to this life and the totality of who you are? Do you believe in what you see before you or do you, like the sentient being that you are, “feel” into events in order to gather your information? Probably both. Would a white peacock walking down a country road get your attention? It certainly got mine.
On the streets of New York City one can find a variety of shops, food, people and cars but it’s certainly not the first place that I would look to find my child within.
