22/07/2022
This year feels like it’s headed in a scary, good direction. I have no idea what forms life will take, but I am a ready and willing canvas.
It’s been a ride from rock bottom — a beautiful place where hearts break open — where there is no longer fear of fear or of joy.
March and April were dense, frustrating and anxiety filled. I had suppressed quiet fears for too long and during this time was when I saw flashes of my worst self rising to the surface.
A crossroad (or so I thought) approached like a tsunami that I could no longer look away from. My bed of comfort and familiarity gradually pulled away like a dusty rug.
The body always speaks in the languages of energy, sense and emotion before the mind gets a handle on things. The body knew what it was saying, but the mind needed time to process.
The more alive I feel, the more life touches me before thoughts even get a seat at the table… a seat that I keep vacant until the need arises.
And when I’m afraid of feeling fear or sadness, I live almost exclusively amongst thoughts. I split myself. Body here, mind there. Correct notes, but no music. Questions but no curiosity.
Will I be more thought than feeling or more feeling than thought? Rational man or wild animal? Will I be my conditioning or my condition?
When in duality, both answers are right and wrong. This is just duality. I always get what I didn’t choose. But when living on the right path, there are no forks in the road.
Love takes life straight through the fu***ng middle. Not left, not right, not high, not low, not here, not there, not with or without. Love is the absolute.
Crack yourself open, taste your realness and watch as the All births breath into your trembling lungs. Do you remember now?
Go through. Through your skin. Through your bones. Through everything that seems solid. Through the shell, to the yoke of your very existence.
The Way is wherever love’s feet kiss the ground.