So I begin to reawaken, to notice I have fallen asleep at the wheel. I have forgotten that I have come here for the simplest but most profound of experiences: to be a creator. I think sometimes in this realm of unlimited choice, the plethora of experiences to be had can cause overwhelm or even paralysis. Where to walk? What to feel? What to gather? What to see? Where to stand? North? South? East? West? Up? Down? Through? Around? After all, this is the Multiverse.
So I start slow, breathing first, then feeling all the subtlety. I take a walk in the hills and feel the mud between my toes. I notice the bird song and feel the breeze across my face.
I am recalibrating.
Wisps of my friend's gift filter back into my mind: "Give yourself beauty in what you do, beauty is the road back. If you make yourself a simple meal, take pleasure in the colors and aromas. Add the spices you would if you were cooking for a beloved ( because you are!). Put a little flower in a vase on your table. If you are taking pictures, decide you will revel in red things today and see what beautiful red things are to be seen. Make yourself a special project of collecting all the red beauty. If you cut your own hair, make the space special. Lay out your instruments with a loving intent and enjoy the experience of each brush, each snip, each finger through your hair".
Its so simple, yet it is the biggest nourishment of all: beauty in each moment is the celebration of Self. And when we celebrate our being here, even in simple ways, especially in simple ways, we take our joyful space in this world. This is what we came to do, create in all the myriad forms.
All the love to you...and me.