Tonight I stumbled across an old story I wrote in India, I had one of those days, filled of light, dancing and happiness, it ended with a burst of confusion and communication breakdowns.
Then this story came to me to help shift me out of the funk.
It's interesting the way you can connect with others on this level, mind, body, soul, but somehow the ego, the words not being said, the assumptions made, can cause these disconnects.
They always shake me a bit, I mean, it feels great to be in tune, so when i'm not - of course frustration comes in.
but every moment, every challenge is that opportunity to grow, so its the acceptance of the confusion, of the imperfection, of the inability to completely understand all of it, all at once, is definitely a lesson I'm learning.
To shake it out - and breeatthhhe.
Here's the story I found that lightened my perspective;
You fell asleep at the bottom of the ocean.
The fish sang to you and long strips of seaweed whistled tunes and played themselves the way someone might play a violin.
When you woke you found a clam, you crawled inside and found yourself in a vast valley.
The valley was sunlight and you wondered how you could find light in such unexpected places.
You walked down and found a door, it was old and wooden and covered with this beautiful green moss. When you put your fingers into it it was like touching foamy silk.
You leaned up against the door and just sat there hugging it.
When you opened your eyes you were on top of a mountain, the ground beneath you the same consistency as that silk, but felt like a giant nest.
Down near your legs a wolf had nestled its head into your lap.
You sat there, stroking its head and said;
"this is life, things can change in the blink of an eye."
He looked at you and in his eyes you saw the eyes of every person you have ever loved, every person you have ever been with and let the inevitability of time split you apart, only to rejoin in new forms...
I found this in a letter in an old journal.
For someone named Ishaque;
Thanking them for their support, for their believing in dreams and wishes.
They had donated $ to my project I began in India.
I had never met them, nor had any idea who they are.
Just a soul, inspired to help a stranger.
I was astounded.
I've been thinking a lot about a quote my friend Will said to me recently;
"belief clings, faith lets go."
when you have faith, you don't need to cling to anything.
something to ponder.
Ben and I went to the Hare Krishna temple tonight.
I had dreamt about it recently so I thought it was time
I love watching people sing and dance, and enjoy themselves and others in this way.
Music carries a frequency, and when others tap into that frequency together, a sort of inspiration comes.
It's like a presence, a rythmn, a vibration that everyone is on together.
Another thing I found that a friend had written to me that I wanted to share..
" So I read this nice passage in this book Andy got me called Generation Hex.
All about what magic means in this time.
' Magic is living tapestry, a living history, and it falls to each generation to renew it.
Ultimately magic is a kind of life that you live. Magicians are artists who use their lives, their culture, and the fabric of reality itself as their implements. That's where it ends up. It starts slow but the learning curve's as steep as it gets.
It means defining your life exactly how you want, turning it into gold. Learning about hidden things. Making things happen that shouldn't happen.
Setting up residence in the impossible.
Talking directly to the universe and finding out that it talks back, that it loves you.
That it will make your dreams real because it put them there for you to find in the first place, that if your heart is pure it will show you incredible things.
Finding out that there have been people as nutty and blissed as you for as long as the human species has existed and looking to these ancestors for a bit of guidance and validation. Getting your motivation to the best and only party that has ever existed. The unveiling of another scene, our passport into the halmenon, the pure mentation of the All.
A chittering clacking dance of lust underneath a black sun with witches at night. Breathing lightening....
Speaking upside down language to God, It's a vibration in your heart. In your longing. And all alone in the chamber of sex and stars you realize where the story's going.
It's a life worth living all right' "
I keep pieces of people and places and things on my wall that inspire me and this is one of them!
Thank you Taryn, Goddess sista- here's her site where she has amazing things she makes with her magician hands;
and an old painting she made me.
maybe more dreams of the sea for me?