Some days the waters have a glasslike calm, reflecting tremendous beauty on its surface. Others so turbulent you must dive deep below to find the stillness again. The beauty of this realization is it’s only weather. I, me, we, are not the storms that pass through. We are always the calm, pure waters.
Nature is my greatest teacher and since moving here i’ve had no choice but to steep in her wisdom. She has taught me how to be with my thoughts and wild mind, acknowledge my loneliness, my joys, my doubts and fears and watch them dance beside me, yet remain unattached to them.
We all know how quickly tides can change, the difficulty is not getting swept up in its currents. One day we can love our lives, our jobs, our selves, the next we are lying on our backs wondering how we will ever get up again. Now imagine knowing in all of our highs and lows we are neither, that in reality we are always a neutral and loving being, the rest is but a wind passing through.
Slowly, I’m becoming the observer of the weather patterns of my life, to not identify with the the chaos that my mind can stir but exist harmoniously beside it. For when we identify with the noise we give it roots in which to grow everything we are not. There is a garden inside of you that you have been growing, now see that you are choosing the flowers and the weeds that take root.
“As the bird or the rock or the tree that live and see all life come and go. Standing tall and unshakable in the face of it all, yet simply and abundantly.
I long to know the wisdom of the trees, the wisdom of the grass and rocks and rivers. Of all things living in the great symphony of life- who fear not the unknown and run not from the quiet simplicity and fight not with needing more, but support the life in the other.”
all of my love, namaste.