…and dead headed a salvia in the garden, I was reminded of all those mornings working as a gardener for what seemed to be way too long. But it got me here…to this divine home…and that brings me to the idea of "limitlessness". All those funky jobs were a springboard and a testing ground for this full flung twisting and turning emotionally catapulted swan dive into" whatever you want to call it". I am learning that there are no limits…just pure expansive unbridled life that we are given to deal with…I guess its what we do with this gift that matters to me and here I go giving "it" limits in acknowledging it…just drink it in, dear Anado…allow the nurturing and gratitude to be by- products without fanfare..'cuz as you heard in India…on that marble floor in Poona: "it just is"…and this fitful shadowboxing with life is just an empty posture masking the fear of the Unknown…I mean to say…I can throw out all these words and fill volumes with my thoughts and none of it ultimately matters in the shadow of "what is"…dead heading salvias…filling up a gas tank…road trips…sex…love…relationship…all of it is: "just this…a thousand times this"…ain't no beginning…ain't no end…its just the way things are….
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