Dear friends,
What is sitting inside you today? What is leaving you? What is begging at your consciousness, willing you to get up, get going, embrace the living, uphold the day?
Have you ever felt like you wanted to be nowhere? Or if not exactly nowhere, just somewhere meaningless, as nameless as a cloud?
Perhaps only then could we truly know what it means to be free as a feather, falling anywhere. .
I’ve watched the moths and butterflies as though particles of heaven, their little lives so short. I could never catch them and that’s the beauty of them. The tempo of their days holds an entire universe of intention. Here today and gone tomorrow. How much cabbage can I eat?
The butterflies don’t have central heating, nor a home, I’m not even sure if they have a central nervous system. And yet, they seem always so sunny inside.
Until next time,
stay unexplained..