All my life I’ve moved with slow deliberation. Yesterday life moved me. Flowed me as though I were in a river. Yet, in a certain way I wasn’t moving.
Lovely.
Right now, It’s happenening and I’m not doing it. Holding on. Letting go. it’s happening on its own. Feeling anxious yet calm, expectant yet not giving a damn what happens next, open to each moment yet wanting it to slow down.
Lovely to read. Life flows joyously through an open gate.
Mind wants to understand how so much opens up, speeds up when I write you. I touch the keyboard and wham. Bizarre and scary.
And I don’t care. All happening right now. Haha
I grew up near Disneyland. This is Mr. Toads Wild Ride.
Grew up in a surfing culture. I body surfed. At this millisecond I’m riding the big ones. And not. Just a fleeting drama that continues.
Looked up Mr Toad's Wild Ride. :D Was great. hahaha
Yesterday in the market my heart flew open, my eyes filled with tears of joys, felt such love. The love wave gently flowing me
for a long ride to a shore. Yet, no time, no shore.
Ahhhhh.
Have to go.
And now, pretentending to be sane ( 😂) an ending salutation .
Good day, John, in Wales.
ps. Sanity says “tell John you’re fine, you're sane”. Not giving a damn says “it really doesn’t matter”.
So much for sunny Wales, very snowy today. :) Had a good day, thank you.
Although we started with an inquiry into 'personal self', looks to me that you caught this beautiful wave of insight that's been on its way awhile. Would you share with me how you now see the 'personal self' thing, whether it even matters. :)
With warmest wishes,
John