Two, so few. But who, else would it be ?
Well, it's me. Here with ya now. Thinkin of other places, head all over the place, but here, in this moment, existing.
It's funny the way you can be drawn to certain things. Certain things a liberal term here, as this draws randomness to the issue when this couldn't be further from the truth. Indeed, when listening, waiting and approaching that which is meant to be, we know that it is what we will see:
I felt compelled to go to a conference. Then speak to a person. Who referred me to Carl. Carl is now a teacher and will continue to be for quite some time. What a moment, so serene in its perfection, in its sheer timeliness, that it almost stutters on the tongue in reconciliation.
But here I am, just following the path. Trusting as much as I can. Knowing as much as I will. One day to the next, never the same. But in this chronic novelness, we are complete in our experience; never the same, never the again.
Today, something. Tomorrow, another. What is ahead will be revealed. But for now, to wait in humble anticipation, is the best, the only medicine for the wandering mind -- the traveler's mindset.
We all are travelers, deep down. Been here, done that ? Yeah, I bet you have. More than you can even consciously imagine. More than any of all of us can collectively postulate.
This place is vast. The place above it is vaster. Don't even get me started on what lies below (cavernous possibilities abounding)
I think it's fun to have communication with this inner-knowingness. I am not quite entirely there yet: so often we are told not to talk to that other part of ourselves. We must be crazy, they say. But that's the ultimate sham: the largest conspiaracy. To shut down that sacred line of communication with the inner, higher, truer self is to close off a part of ourselves than is more than just our self.
Crucial, it is, to talk. To talk and survive. To talk and survive and to thrive in the knowingness that we are not alone. Never can be alone, really. Only alone in our own isolation; the cells that only we have the key to; doors only as cold as we freeze them to; walls only as high as our limited height of perception can fathom.
To move forward is to live and today, in this day and age, to live MUST mean the need to grow and the willingness to learn.
So fucking learn. Just learn it all. You already knew it. So let's get the hell out there and finally make this whole, grand, picturesque, convoluted, twisting, enlivening, matter of factly thing happen. Holy heck, yes.