make today matter
and did you?
you see each and every day is a new canvas, a new potential for a differing path...we look out at the world with eyes seemingly samed each day...we see the life we live with the story lined script given to us many moons ago, and how often we sigh wearily as we clothe ourselves with the familiar costume of the well worn character to take our x marked ear marked place on the staged set we call our life
and yet it doesnt have to be this way...we can change the rules, bend them ever so slightly off kilter and edit the worn out script...we can rub our tired eyes awake with the promise of a new perspective, the eyes of the innocent..what does she see?
you see, one of the gifts of this 40 day practice, has been what you dont know my dears...behind the scenes, in the wings awaiting, is the glue that binds this prayer in place...i realise more and more that to be open to receive each day and respond appropriately means that i cannot step outta my flat with olden eyes to view the paving stones, the concrete grey beneath my feet...its interesting but i have to stay innocent, alive, awake to each moment, to notice every player as they saunter, skulk or sulk shadily past, how they move, what they say without their words...i notice the light, the edges of planes before invisible to my half lazy sight...conversations caught in my net to be mulled over, smiled at and forgotten into memory...and the question, the seeking, the openness to what each of you may offer to me as i offer myself out to you
and i am always surprised
its like i need to get outta my own way in order for the feast that is life to be revealed
this practice is teaching me that to hide away in the burlop of my knotted mind is kinda selfish, sort of misses the point, and is wholly useless if i seek to truly and passionately find the holiness of the day...
what a gift!
today has been a magic filled day:
of possibilities new
of 'yes-es' to the great void of no knowing
of daring to jump in with a hop n a skip into stretching a lil more
of old friends with wide smiles and laughter, of 'nice guy discounts' and ruined reputations, of film ideas and kick starting the revolution creative style!
of sitting and stillness and shaking vibrations
of rats tales and lands of fairy stories, macabre performance and delights for the soul's memories
of sisterhood and silliness
of flocks of birds asleep in a bare boned tree in the midst of the city night's whirl
of gifted buns
of lounges new, creaking golden doors, and the voluptuous other world all moulin rouge and vampire haunts, of gratuitous membership and sweet hostess's
of familiar love, young boys of a carefully cropped shorn nature, smiles and faces worn by time
of found treasured words when are eyes are open...to remind us...
always it is possible...
''make today matter''
and so...did you my friend?