Dear friend,
I spent some time last night, in bed awake, considering if it would be wise to get an extension for our garden hosepipe. The one we have reaches to the front of the house from the garden tap, through the kitchen and out the hall.
I could attach the new bit, which then wouldn’t leak in the house, and I could clean the car, bins, front windows and water the plants with it.
A lot of added utility, for not so much effort.
My mind wanders just as much as anyone else’s.
I had a brainwave though.
It just came swooping in while I was sat at my desk, wondering about doing some tidying. Now I’ll tell it to you so it’s gone beyond being an idea in my mind.
Imagine you’re looking at a piece of paper from above. On the paper is a dot. Make it about the size of a thumbprint.
That dot represents your individual consciousness.
Now think about the rest of the paper as expanded consciousness.
We’ve one overarching perspective to grow into over our lifetimes on earth: how to expand our individual consciousness so that it identifies more and more with expanding consciousness.
The white expanse of the paper could be one universe. Each sheet - a page in a dictionary of universes.
All of our relationships and challenges and joys, disappointments and our wounds. Mountains and rivers and stars and the sky and the sun and water and all living, growing things… all of it—sewers… whatever fills our lives—all of us and everything is here because we somehow have to learn to recognise ourselves in one another. To be kind, and work out what it means to live in freedom, to restore harmony to our bodies and our communities, and to work out the peace together.
We’re eternal souls in bodies we use to communicate and to relate and to feel life as only an embodied being can. We’re not going to be replaced by AI. The big challenge is for us to expand our consciousness so that we recognise what we have in common with one another and to heal.
The image of the dot on the page came to me and then there it was.
And the One ‘thing’ we’re here to grow into.
Of course, there are untold things.
Earlier today, for example, fetching mint and oregano from the garden, after washing it I noticed a stunning electric green insect came out of the leaves, its little antennae waving like scissor kicks while it tried to find its way through the forest of human hair on the back of my hand.
“Oh look at you,” I’m thinking, “you’re gorgeous!”
I show the critter to Chiara who agrees, and we decide we want to get our house guest back into the herb patch where they’ll be a lot better suited.
I try the bug on the mint first, but he’s not keen and won’t get off my hand, so I take them to the oregano and they’re off my hand in a fraction of a second. The bug finds a shady place under a leaf and disappears behind a stalk. You wouldn’t even know they’re there.
It’s in the details.
Beyond the surface reflection.
We’re going dancing tonight and Chiara is warming up soup, so I’ll leave this here for now.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey