Inside of the isolation, there is more space, we just have to find it.
It’s a maze, a deep ocean of possibilities, where the mind can expand to escape the isolation and find the limitless space.
There seems to be an allowance to create, to expand, to magnify and to reinvent ourselves in a brand new world.
Pushing the limits, opening the door, being in the now… tomorrow will be of our own creation.
Someone, somewhere is shedding tears at this very moment. And someone, somewhere is sending them a good thought.
Wishing you all well on a rainy night in Germany.
Day of 85 of 365~
Are we here for the planet or is the planet here for us?
Something to carefully ponder.
Day 82 of 365~
There was a winter tree above me on the Brooklyn bridge where a black bird flew overhead crying loudly, or was there?
Day 80 of 365~
That part of us that is not bound by time, not weighed down by worry and that is destined for a longer ongoing journey…
Day 70 of 365~
Somewhere in Germany
This morning I was driving my daughter to her weekend Chinese class and we had a very interesting conversation. She was complaining about her inability to always find interest in continuing to learn Chinese whilst living in Germany and this took us to musings about the human brain and how we, humans have so much unused potential. It has been said that humans only use 10% of the brain capacity and once we push and struggle to learn new things, we are perhaps activating otherwise dormant wirings in our brain and faculties. She became very interested in the process and walked to the class with a spring in her step.
Day 68 of 365~
image is a composite of a wall in Hong Kong and a closeup portrait of my daughter.
Possessions: What do we really, truly possess? We think of possessions as things we plan and hope on keeping permanently, and the more we have the more we want to collect. But in the end, does it really matter? Maybe we can call them temporary belongings, because that is all they are. When we leave this place, the only possessions we are allowed to cary are the immaterial ones. How much love did we invest, how much care did we give and get, and how much goodness lived in us? Maybe these are the fuels that will be needed in our onwards journey into the next destination if there is one.
Day 65 of 365~
image is a composite of a bird I watched this week and an old portrait of my daughter.
If I were to imagine a perfect place where I long to be when the world gets too noisy, and if I were to give it a color, it would most certainly be blue. Blue is soothing, calming, quiet, swirling, cooling, peaceful, deep, gentle…
Yes, that is where I would dream of sailing, into the blue
photo: composite of 2 photos: sailboats in Andalusia and Lea the little fairy
Every night at the end of our day we are compelled to sleep. This is one law of nature no one has managed to overcome yet. And we trust; we trust that we will go into the unknown and that somehow we will be safe and we will wake up again. Our consciousness is dulled for the hours of our daily recharge and we seldom remember any of the journeys our mind takes during that time. Well we sometimes dream and that is a whole other mystery…
There are times in our speedy and hectic lives when we feel drained, exhausted, worn out, a bit lost, dispersed, spent… On such days the recharging and healing can only come from one place. We are gifted with a pot of gold, it is part of our package deal. It has never failed me yet and it is so simple. It is about going inside of oneself, being internal, regathering, realigning, relocating and dipping into our inner strength. Taking the time to do this is priceless, because living among the lost is not living at all.