MY PRACTICE OF BEING
These days I find myself between new walls and scents of fresh paintings.
My routines have been broken into moments of getting accustomed to the new. I let my body breath without creating pushes of " I have to commit to a practice" because my practice now is about absorbing the little details of the new change. There is a big window in my new living room. From there every morning I can see the sky saying hello through colorful lines of baby pink and a timid blue.
Ahh, what else do I need now ?
If I listen with attention I get told " nothing". The newborn always requires the detailed sensitivity to learn about the new wisdom.
The external change always asks us to breathe within us, from within the within, and observe what is the movement is pleading to take form in to the physical life.
Honestly that I don't hurry.
I like the mess of boxes and the non knowing of where some of my valuables are .
At the end, how much do we need to fulfill joy through this life ?
Welcome home my friend,
the being heart always befriends the messiness
and the allowance of non committing to the labels
of how the real life is supposed to happen.
2 101 hour ago
What if I don't work on that floor and I'm simply visiting ... what about knives/forks/spoons... what if I used a bowl???? Also, if the dishwasher is running, should I catch it??? #work#life#kitchen#mess#allofthelols