I grew up in a small, rural town in Maine, home to about 3,000 Western European immigrants, primarily of the French persuasion. All in all, we were all just a few different shades of white. Eventually, I emigrated over the border westward to the equally homogenous state of New Hampshire, feeling like I was significantly expanding my worldview for my college years. Let’s just say my exposure to the world populous was rather limited.
I write from Venice, a beach town in southern California. I sit in the sand with the gulls, sandpipers and pelicans nearby as the waves roll in steadily. Distant sailboats and fishing vessels dot the horizon.
The human race seems so drawn to the sea, lured by its lulling sounds, salty, damp air, and meditative rhythms. What draws me here is the vast spaciousness. There is something simple here, unadulterated. This helps me to simplify my perspective.
Have you ever had the sneaky suspicion that there is no actual separation between us or any thing? “All is one” is a teaching offered by all the masters it seems. Even Dr. Bronner is on board! This is only a spiritual concept until it is experienced. The conceptual and the experienced are worlds apart.
The current paradigm change is making a transition from a rigid, mechanistic, and materialistic worldview to one that is built on a foundation of interconnectedness, cooperation, and the intersection of science and spirituality. What used to work no longer will. We can find evidence everywhere.
Where does the temple begin? Where does it end? Getting swallowed in the notion of responsibility and obligation, the blind deaf-mute began to burn down the temple. What I mostly saw was only work left to do and it was never, ever done. How could it be? That's what we do, create and complete over and over and over. I lost sight of the trees, the sky, the water, the temple surrounding and within me.
A winter of fragrant, blooming flowers pierced open my heart. Their sweet aroma penetrated the sleep walker.
Life presented an invitation to winter in California. Yes happened and I write you from Culver City. Who knew?
Parts of the impetus behind my hiatus from Denmark was to see if I could leave my Pleasant Mountain off-the-grid lifestyle and still have her spirit in me, finding a way to adapt with ease in an urban environment. Could I live the green lifestyle that I had grown to know and love, and live peacefully and simply amidst the contrast?
I hurt my knee in an impulsive, spontaneous moment of trying (too) hard. I heard a “pop” and was down on the ground, writhing in silent pain.
Almost immediately, images came to mind showing me a very limited, dreary future; no more yoga, skiing, tennis… the images kept coming… pain, deformity, osteoarthritis, knee replacement, disability…all in flashes like a horror movie. It all seemed so believable. No wonder the pain escalated.