Part 4 of my magic test of seven.
One way to find out what you love to do is by letting your mind drift and see where it heads to. Life is a journey. Many things happen to us, and we just have to deal with it. At the same time though we have two legs. We are in charge of either standing still and letting life pass or moving one foot after the other. But if we move those feet, where would we like them to take us? I am trying to find out where I want my feet to take me.
Word of caution: The below seven paragraphs are completely un-edited – this is what comes out when I just let my pen flow. All I did is type up what I scribbled in my Moleskine last week.
The sun is shining.
I can feel its gentle touch, caressing my face.
I roll myself up into a little cocoon
And just let the thoughts pass through . . .
Like clouds that come and go
No nasty clouds
Just clouds of air, white fluffy air, in a deep blue sky . . .
An immense blue sky
One you could drown in
But I am a swimmer
If I weren’t such a good swimmer . . .
I want to write,
Write about the things that move me,
Move me in many ways,
Emotionally but also that get me moving,
Directionless but that’s ok,
Sometimes all you need is to keep moving,
Moving all the way.
What does it mean to feel truly alive?
To be one with yourself and the world.
To feel like nothing else matters but what you feel right at the moment.
Your head and your heart in a beautiful synergy. A hug.
When your heart embraces your head . . .
And you breathe in deeply through your nose.
Feeling your chest & stomach go up and down.
In, out, in, out. Time passes.
And yet it does not.
Can eternity feel like this?
Those moments when you stand on the edges of your toes. When you would like to reach the sky. Stretching your fingertips up, further up. As if there is something up there that you would like to reach. But you can’t grasp it . . .
What are you trying to reach for?
There is air, lots of air.
You can reach it everywhere.
No need to stand on your toes.
The air you need to breath is also closer to the ground. You can relax, no need to stretch. But stretching can make you feel great . . . It can expand your horizons. You can greet the sun . . . And then roll yourself back into a small package and rest. The next dawn will come. Yoga is wise.
Our brain is what separates us from all other animals.
We can move ourselves. We can move our minds.
We determine what we feel. We don’t just feel.
We determine what we feel. It isn’t always clear to us.
We can confuse ourselves. We can get so stuck that we can’t determine anymore where that came from and how to make it go away. To connect with ourselves is an art. I would like to show others how to make that connection. How to stay in touch with your inner voice. But I am not sure that’s something that can be taught. You would first need to make a connection. But if you can’t connect to yourself, are you able to connect with someone else? Which comes first? The chicken or the egg? I am not sure. A matter of perspective? Or a matter of believe? A matter of decisions. Taking us right back to our capability of determining what’s next. Essential to keep that. Is that life’s purpose? It might be.
Is it really not important what people say about us? Of course it is. If people are our best mirror, we ought to listen to what they have to say. But we have to be gentle with ourselves. Especially if other’s aren’t. Some days we look great in the mirror. Other days we may have a bad hair day. That’s life. We aren’t saints, nor top-models. Not every day carries a smile. As long as most days we are ok with what the mirror tells us we will be happy with ourselves. And what if we don’t? Then we need to get other mirrors! We need to find people that see us in a different light. That find that other angle. Beauty is in the eye of the spectator. Everyone is beautiful. We just need the right mirror (and the right hairdresser ;-)) The people that surround us can make us shine. We are all little stars in a huge dark sky . . . Tiny little stars; we need to shine as bright as we can so we lighten up each other.
Words can make a story
Words can make you smile
Words can be wise
Words can touch you
Words can hug you
But words also have another side
Words can make you cry or tear you apart
Words can start wars
Words can bring peace
Words can bring people together
Words can be misunderstood
Words can make you feel very small
But also very tall
Words can heal
Without words we die . . .
I want to blog about words
Words for you, words for me
Words of beauty
