Coming to Terms with It
Whatever it is, it takes time.
Dear friend,
We arrived home in the early hours, a shower, cup of tea and bed. Bringing down our tent and packing away on Sunday tea time we decided me may as well leave the End Of The Road festival after the last performance and drive through the night.
Sunday morning feels lost in the mists of time. It was such a wonderful festival, it felt really sad, saying goodbye to the trees and the stages and the extraordinary feeling of wellbeing that comes from being surrounded by live music.
Even the little patch of flattened grass left by the tent imprint felt like an old friend we wouldn’t see for a while. The feeling that came when we were kids on holiday with our Mam and Dad, and we’d made friends on campsites.
I get attached.
I don’t want beautiful things to end.
Isn’t that how it is here.
We’re surrounded by beautiful human beings and animals and plants. Every created thing changes and we can’t hold on to them forever. Only in our hearts.
Eternity is found inside, don’t look for it anywhere else.
The sadness maybe isn’t even sadness, simply the feeling of the heart breaking. Like waves on the shore.
I used to dream of a living in a place by the sea, in a village with every one of my friends in it. But you have to come to terms with impermanence. Enjoy the moment and let it go. Dive into the ocean and watch the waves from the depths.
It’s just good to know that you are in this world.
That the tides of your heart wax and wane as do mine.
That we are not alone here.
The peace and the safety is found in one another.
The light in me, is the same as the light in you.
You could call light consciousness, but light is a good word for it.
You.
The light of the world.
Coming to terms with how wonderful you truly are takes time.
Life times.
Whatever wrapper you put around it, the gift is the same once opened.
The gift in this life is you.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey