The Eternal Sublime

Eternal: "Ageless: continuing forever or indefinitely."

Sublime: "Exalted: of high moral or intellectual value;
elevated in nature or style; lifted up or set high."

It was Friday morning. I watched the image in the glass of the window. As the day brightened behind it, it faded. The Earth would spin some more and in less than eight hours the reverse would happen. The day would darken and the image would become more clear; eventually it would be like I was watching it in a mirror, subject none the wiser.

We think things are linear but they're not. They're really all ONE. But I guess it's easier to describe them as cyclical. Day turns to Night turns to Day turns to Night. Solstice, Equinox, Solstice, Equinox. We spin on a planet that spins on an axis that spins around a Sun. A Moon spins around us. Oblong circles. (I know that doesn't make sense, but it sounds better than ovals, okay?)

Do you ever feel like you're walking on air? Like you're right where you're supposed to be and everything is happening exactly as it should? There is no lack. You want for nothing. You are the conscious creator of everything you desire.

Connected.
Synergized.
Harmonious.
In Balance.

I do so love feeling this way, and learning to cultivate it so that it's the norm rather than the exception to the rule is truly a joy.

My life is so incredibly full and I am so utterly blessed.

The Five Coins Say:

1. Free your heart from hatred
2. Free your mind from worries
3. Live simply
4. Give more
5. Expect less

You Are Allowed...

"You are allowed to slow down.
You are allowed to turn off your phone.
You are allowed to lie down...in the sun."
find them here

There is...

A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.

To everything...
There is a season...
And a time for every purpose.

*****
We must remember, above all else, to do things that nourish our souls.

*****
I drop into Balasana, child's pose, in the grass outside the office. Breathe in the fragrant green, breathe out the stress that has taken up residence in my shoulders; overstaying its welcome.

Matsyasana, fish pose, to open the chest.

Rise into a series of warrior's poses, Virabhadrasana. Your eyes must follow your head must follow your neck must follow your shoulders must follow your arms outstretched. Core alignment with complete physical focus in one outward direction; complete energetic focus inward. Looking where you're pointing and strength is pulled inward through one hand, everything else flows freely out the other one. Behind you. It doesn't matter anymore. Indeed it never happened.

Fall to the ground, Sarvangasana--shoulderstand. And then counterpose with Halasana--plow pose. These are my strength poses; they ones that always feel right, no matter what.

*****
Go places. Doesn't have to be far.
Take photo walks--I have things to show you all. :)
Create space and hold it--My room will soon have fairy lights.
Value the physical place you're in.
Read.
Write.
Embrace everyone. Everyone.
Breathe in nature.
Value your friends.
Value yourself, above all else.

*****
The balance of last summer is coming back.

Eventually

I'll come back and say something worth saying, but right now, I love everything and life is amazing and I'm insanely happy. It's good.

Brilliant

Rae over at Journey Mama is brilliant. I love reading her blog. Right now I don't have time to say a whole lot about why I think she's awesome, but go read this post.

On Home

What's home and what's away, anyway? I've travelled enough that for me, home is where I am. I take it with me where ever I go; home is the lint in the bottom of my pocket. Home has never been people, for me. It has never been where my family is or where my friends are. Home has never been a specific place, either. I find that if you give me a couple of days I can find pieces of home anywhere; shreds of familiarity, little tributaries of the same river. So if that's true, why here? Why England? Why Guildford? Why come back here twice? I could write an entire book answering that question, but if I'm going to be succinct about it, I guess the answer is that this place makes me want to be quiet. Here I can be in stillness in a way I've never been able to anywhere else. It just feels right. Everyone's got to be somewhere; this is my somewhere. And running to it alone didn't scare me the way most people thought it should, because when you're going somewhere you know you're supposed to be, it's nothing but the most comforting thing in the world. I've found things in this place; in stepping through this looking glass. Things that I'd forgotten.

Shutter Clicks

The stone wall was to our backs and the valley was layed out below us and we thought that we were dreamers.
*click*
I walked back through Sydney with you, barefoot, stilettos in hand. The pavement was rough and the grass was soft.
*click*
You said that you were glad that I went and took a nap. You woke me up by grabbing the foot that was sticking out from the covers. We talked for three hours.
*click*
I woke up in the same jeans and makeup from the night before, I turned around and you kissed me.
*click*
We walked around town in the rain, umbrellas absolutely useless, we didn't care.
*click*
You took the hunting knife away and told me not to play such dangerous games.
*click*
I painted the bathroom purple, even the ceiling, and you didn't get mad at me.
*click*
We criss-crossed the Windy City in that old car, your dog in the back seat.
*click*
You wanted to take a walk in a quiet place. I took one look at the lake and it was shoes off, jeans rolled up, knee-high in the water. You laughed at me.
*click*
I said let's go to Paris. You bought the plane tickets the next day.
*click*
We walked through The Rocks and ducked our heads into that pub. They sang us a song.
*click*
We danced on tables in London at 2am.
*click*
I smoked half of your cigarettes, shivering in the doorway of my favourite pub. You wanted to kiss me but you didn't.
*click*
We flopped down on the grass in the park. I rested my head against your chest and asked you questions I should have asked before.
*click*
I met you at the train station in London, you smiled bigger than I've ever seen anyone smile when you saw me. We ran through Waterloo together, Christmas shopping in hand.
*click*
We woke up to do meds at 4am.
*click*
I sat on the stone wall as you paced back and forth in front of me. Neither of us knew what to do.
*click*
We chased eachother across the world. More than once.
*click*
I sat beside you on the couch last summer, tipsy on whiskey and red wine. I almost took your hand.
*click*
I ran down the ramp and looked for you. You walked up behind me, smiling with your arms outstetched.
*click*
You got up early and gave me a ride to the train station.
*click*
You waited with me as I waited to say goodbye to you.
*click*
You sit across the room from me and we talk by not talking.
*click*