30 May 2012

Write, walk away. Come back, delete.

Write, walk away. Come back, delete. There is something I want to say. An impulse rising and carrying me forward.  Something to be put in word form and placed it in the stack of all the other thoughts put to word, with little potential of being found or read.

Again it goes. Write, walk away. Come back, delete.  Exercising freedom/strength/peace to make thoughts,ideas, words themselves evaporate into nothing.  Feeling more relieved than liberated. Spent more than empowered.

This weekend I had the rare opportunity to have had reasonably in depth conversations with other English speaking people. Very rare indeed. I'm still reeling from the experience. Delight in conversation that I can participate fully in quickly shifted and knocked me more than a bit off my balance.  It is the source of the thoughts that are calling out to me, begging to become words.

Write, walk away. Come back, delete.

"What do you do?" they asked. "Define yourself! Justify your existence!" is what I felt.

So I ask myself...What does life look like now? What am I dreaming?  What is beneath my feet?

I was fascinated to find myself actively observing my answers and analyzing them almost simultaneously as I participated in conversations. At first it wasn't a conscious action, but when I realized what I was doing I chose to continue in awareness.  By my observation unexpected insights occurred and continue to deepen.

Deeper I go.

Write, walk away. Come back.

How did you find this place you are in? This space. This place. It found us. We found each other.

What do I do?  I live. I observe. I do.  I dream. I observe. I love. I observe.

I look beneath my feet. I observe that this journey of 10,000 miles.  The journey which defies dimension, time and space.  There are no steps forward, no steps back. Just steps. No hills to climb, no hole to fall in. Just different perspectives.  No time to pass, no time to save.  Just being.

Write. Breathe. Write.

Publish.
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