A reminder always to hand over to the Divine…especially when the illusion persists that we are in control of any single thing that shows up in our lives.
You’ve been walking the oceans edge holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper and deeper under….
Fly on the wind, shake up your roots, hold on to nothing and trust where you will land.
So. The stillness as summer lets go. Allow the inside to reflect the outside.
So. There is no “spiritual path”. There is just this. All one, all the same. Be wary of the mind’s ability to concoct specialness.
So. India. Beloved country of contrasts, rich colour, soul explosions and utter peace.
Maybe next January you will come to the mountain with me, and be brave, and open to the magic that shifts you forever. Listen to your heart and not your head. Perhaps I will see you there.
So. Mallorca. Soft light, terracotta, ancient olive trees. Dogs barking on the dampening fragrant air of twilight. This is it really. Just the business of being with what is here….with an empty head on what is not.
So. I am writing a blog which you may be reading…and I am saying don’t be thinking you will learn anything here…turn back into yourself and read from the wisdom you hold inside…dig deep. Rumi said it…maybe you are searching in the branches for what only appears in the roots. But stay with me if you would like to and I will share what I know and what I don’t know and together we will scratch our heads and warm our hearts on the endless mystery of existence.