Reflections on the Day
There is part of me that wants to write, a part that wants to theorize, a part that wants to sculpt, a part that wants to teach … To force myself into a single role, to decide to be just one thing in life, would kill off large parts of me. Rather, I recognize that I live now and only now, and I will do what I want to do this moment and not what I decided was best for me yesterday.”
“I am not interested so much in what I do with my hands or words as what I do with my feelings. I want to live from the inside out, not from the outside in.
Watching Grand Father Sun and Father Sky painting the canvas again tonight. Brilliant colours of orange, pinks, and azure blue dance across the clouds. A momentary opening and a flash of sunlight strikes me in the eyes. I was briefly disturbed by this as if it was some sort of inconvenience. A disturbance if you will.
Then, on reflection, I realized it was not an inconvenience or a disturbance. It was as it was and did not become unpleasant till I labeled it and created it as something negative. The waves hold no malice as they beat on the shore it just is. So many times I have categorized something that did not need to be named. I will let this go. I cannot be angry at the rain; it simply does not know how to fall up. ..
Waiting for the sun to go down, waiting for the moon and a billion stars. I close my eyes and drift away into the miracle of the night. I slip deeper until the wings of an Elder lift me up and carry me to my lessons. The magic of night works powerfully on my soul. I feel the confidence rise that will propel me on my waking journey. I am eternally grateful to the Divine for sharing this wondrous gift.
Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid
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