Losing myself and finding myself, at the same time. How contradictory. How sublime. Have you experienced this? Do you understand? Maybe you felt it when touched by your lover’s gentle hand. Maybe it was revealed while you were pursuing your passions, allowing your mind to release all attachments. Maybe it spoke to you through words made visible on a page. Maybe you heard it in a song that directed the rhythm of your heart, then pulsed through your veins. Maybe you breathed it in from the scent of your newborn’s skin. Maybe it was your reward for finding the strength to start again.
I know those sensations. I have lived these moments. Moments that can arrive and depart in a single breath, but between the breathing in and releasing we can feel, hear, and see a glimpse of our magnificence and understand our rightful place in the universe. Moments that might flash before our eyes, before our eyes are no longer needed to see. This strange “lost and found” paradox welcomes me under the life-giving trees. I could easily dig my heels into the dirt that grounds their daily sky-reaching existence. One that my nature-loving spirit would claim without resistance. My travel-seeking mind, well, that would take more convincin’!
In the endless ways we may find the free-floating space between letting go and grabbing hold ~ love is the common essence. ❤Writing Retreat Discoveries and Highlights:
Squirrels really are distracting. Look! There goes one now! What a cute fluffy tale. What was I writing about? Oh yeah…
“Don’t talk to strangers” is advice that sometimes make sense, but strangers are no longer strangers if we are willing to talk and listen. With that said, if a man asks you to help him with his car radio, keep on walking, like I did.
Completing a book-length project is going to be a long-term commitment. Some writing days are going to be a love affair, other days I may want to pull out my hair. Tapping my way to twenty-thousand words today, on the keys and with my feet, my first draft and I are still in the honeymoon phase.
I may not have my dance space, but I still need dance breaks, accomplished by dancing in place!
A bag of butterless microwave popcorn qualifies as a vegan hot meal and there are no dishes to clean up.
There is a difference between city quiet and mountain quiet.
There is a difference between city lights and starry skies.
John Butler, from the John Butler Trio, is a talented musician and decent skater. The vibe of this song, “Wade in the Water,” feels right this morning, as I continue traveling the winding road, outside, lined with trees and inside, lined with words. “Wade in the Water” written by John Butler (click for lyrics). If you are not familiar with Butler’s music and you appreciate good guitar playing, I highly recommend searching for more of his videos on YouTube.
Being in the Cascade Mountains, surrounded by trees, reminds me of a poem I wrote almost one year ago, Under a Sapphire Sky (audio poem) – My Inspired Life. Thank you for visiting, reading, and watching. I will return Saturday (7/24) with another tree-inspired post. Be well. 💗 Michele
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