rambling thoughts in the bliss storm
It is a good day to be alive in the Empire!
What is this form? This amazing gift? The world is not an illusion for the spirit and if it is that is irrelevant anyway. I feel so blessed I could burst into ten thousand stars but I'm not sure whether or not that would be more fun than what I'm doing right now. Life is almost carefree. All is well. I am healthy and strong and playful and loving and loved. I am surrounded by friends, human, animal and spirit. The world is conspiring to my benefit and my actions conspire to its.
To be free to go and practice partner acrobatics at 2:30pm on a Friday. To be responsible and on time and appreciated for it. To be compassionate and easy going enough to not care that others are late. To enjoy the body so thoroughly. To have the opportunity to help others in small ways. To have the ease to go and eat at my favorite restaurant and not worry about the cost. To linger over a good book and drink sweet tea. To smile sincerely at everyone who looks at me. To wear these three feathers in my hat. To return home in comfort and find the communal kitchen towels I bought sitting nicely in the spare hamper I acquired so we could be mellow about laundry and not worry about not taking things out if we got too busy. Small things. Small beautiful things.
When I enter my room I always say hello to the spiders. My bedroom is full of spiders. I could shoo them away, but these spiders, these brave knights are not poisonous and want nothing more than to feast upon the little creatures who might like to nibble on me. And so the spider friends stay away from my bed and my clothes and I greet them warmly whenever I come home. From the fireflies to the spiders to the kind traffic lights that wait just long enough for me to pass before they turn red, my world is full of friends. Everything is alive and all is love. Certainly not all love is gentle and you don't show a bear or an alligator your appreciation by trying to pet them but there is love there nonetheless.
That is this moment. As I now sit is my little office with Pandora playing and the fan whirring and a wondering on what I am blessed to be able to choose to do next. I think I will go out into the yard for a little while and stand in the shade of a giant tree and juggle. All is good and beautiful in my world. I swim in gratitude and joy.
What is this form? This amazing gift? The world is not an illusion for the spirit and if it is that is irrelevant anyway. I feel so blessed I could burst into ten thousand stars but I'm not sure whether or not that would be more fun than what I'm doing right now. Life is almost carefree. All is well. I am healthy and strong and playful and loving and loved. I am surrounded by friends, human, animal and spirit. The world is conspiring to my benefit and my actions conspire to its.
To be free to go and practice partner acrobatics at 2:30pm on a Friday. To be responsible and on time and appreciated for it. To be compassionate and easy going enough to not care that others are late. To enjoy the body so thoroughly. To have the opportunity to help others in small ways. To have the ease to go and eat at my favorite restaurant and not worry about the cost. To linger over a good book and drink sweet tea. To smile sincerely at everyone who looks at me. To wear these three feathers in my hat. To return home in comfort and find the communal kitchen towels I bought sitting nicely in the spare hamper I acquired so we could be mellow about laundry and not worry about not taking things out if we got too busy. Small things. Small beautiful things.
When I enter my room I always say hello to the spiders. My bedroom is full of spiders. I could shoo them away, but these spiders, these brave knights are not poisonous and want nothing more than to feast upon the little creatures who might like to nibble on me. And so the spider friends stay away from my bed and my clothes and I greet them warmly whenever I come home. From the fireflies to the spiders to the kind traffic lights that wait just long enough for me to pass before they turn red, my world is full of friends. Everything is alive and all is love. Certainly not all love is gentle and you don't show a bear or an alligator your appreciation by trying to pet them but there is love there nonetheless.
That is this moment. As I now sit is my little office with Pandora playing and the fan whirring and a wondering on what I am blessed to be able to choose to do next. I think I will go out into the yard for a little while and stand in the shade of a giant tree and juggle. All is good and beautiful in my world. I swim in gratitude and joy.