Today has been a very special day. It is hard to put it into words, it cannot make justice. The experiential living once defined, becomes conceptual living, thus, constricted.
I am learning this new way of living, that allows me to connect with my energetic and vibrational form. It does not matter what my job is. Where do I live. What have I done. This was not where my attention focused on. I am enough and I have nothing. Empty and free.
Today, I didn’t have any plans. I didn’t have anyone to see or any task to accomplish. I walked out and smelled the flowers. So many roses of different colours and each had a singular smell. I sniffed it until the whorl blocked my nostrils. I sensed the softness of its texture and aroma, the juiciness of its petals.
I touched the plants, the leaves, trunks and petals. I looked and inspected the trees surrounding me. Lucky for me, close to my dwelling, there are many Irish Scots Pine trees, which I am currently flirting with. I learned about them as I read and analysed. I thought of a poem to write.
I walked on known territory. Routinary streets. This time, I have seen novelty. Every day can and will be experienced differently. I listened to The One You Feed Podcast and I felt the Universe corresponding once more. Many of the ways some of these scholars and spiritual teachers speak have been similar to my way of thinking about the world. Alternatively, the podcast presents me with new perspectives. Sometimes, what I am listening to, responds or offers more clarification on an issue or dilemma I was lost in thought, not long before. That indicates and reinforces something. Life has been unfolding and rediscovery is occurring, though it seems to show a new way of understanding, that is not individual to myself. It means, I am starting to see things on a much larger scale as some of these guys see. The collective unconscious can be experienced through attending to synchronicity. Because it is there but most times, our eyes, mind, body is focused elsewhere.
This reminds me of a conversation I just had a few days ago with a friend. He was talking about the existence of a “truth”. It is this true essence of how things are and work and operate. I am starting to understand what he meant. Like myself, he would have had the notion that truth is manipulated by perception. Today, I was able to feel this truth. It is in our reach, it flows in us. I am not even sure do we create this positive sensation in us or do we allow it to be felt. I think it is the latter option. This energetic flow is what ties us all. When we are in tune on that wavelength, we experience and connect. It’s like smiling at a stranger and them smiling back at the same time while you pass by one other. That feeling of joy that fills the chest and makes you love life.
I took a shower and bath time has become a ritual time for me. Sometimes I chant certain chakras (I am working on 3 currently), sometimes I practice gratitude or at others, I pray for myself (aka positive affirmations). I laddered myself with my favourite scented moisturiser and body spray. These are all acts of love. I am telling my body, I matter, I care, I take care of you. Trust me, this is new for me. Taking a shower, in the past, was just that. Now, it is a time to love myself.
Afterwards, I read for many hours. I bought 2 new books on this errand! One of them is Thinking Fast and Slow, which I have been reading on my kindle. Once I saw the book, I knew I had to buy it. This book has been showing up on my mental landscape quite often and it has helped me better understand how the mind, my favourite instrument, works. I am reading it once more, this time more attentively. But first, I need to finish Ivor Browne’s – Music and Madness which I am thoroughly enjoying. What a vanguard!
I also bought: The Ego is the Enemy by Ryan Holiday. He is a modern stoic and the subject interests me. I went to look for a pocket book of irish trees and mythology of irish goddess. I didn’t find them. I was looking in second hand shops, my first option.
I write so I remember. Today felt plene. It is ending. But this momentum, is only enhancing.
Purple is my favourite colour. This reminded my of the flower that shades and sits atop of my well. This well resides in my inner hidden garden. I will draw this image one day.
A bud swimming in another flower’s petal-sea.
The most tender, gentle, tiny flowers are protected by harsh, pointy, twisted shields.
My gorgeous lover, bowing upon my presence.