Dear Friend,
Why can’t we all live in a big house by the sea?
There was this one dream I had, where all of my friends and their kids lived in a village by the sea. It had steeply sloping winding streets and everywhere people were dressing up and making art. In the dream I didn’t know everyone, I just felt at home.
There was a boat in the harbour, the night water inky black reflecting the stars and moon.
I had the feeling it was in Cornwall.
Surfacing from sleep this morning the phrase “super nature” came with me.
Our brains organise information through association. That’s one way that walls are built inside and between us.
Supernatural, I associate with ghosts and ghouls and somehow there’s a keep out sign, trespassers will be prosecuted.
Super-nature, feels more playful, green, bursting with sunlight and life.
Our super-nature.
Intuition.
Creativity.
Our ability to live out our dreams, shake off our nightmares.
To choose forgiving, loving kindness. To collaborate. To allow the friction to melt the ice.
To dream big.
The lived example we offer to the generations who follow us will lead to changes beyond the plans of any rampaging tyrant. We over estimate the ground we can cover in a day, under estimate what can change in a year.
A decade.
Imagine taking a long term view that spans lifetimes.
The effort to be kind, ethical, forgiving, peaceful, abundant, creative, warm hearted bequeathed to future generations.
Switching over to our super nature.
We’ll wrestle with our shadows sure enough. That’s part of the deal.
But those who come after us, will be us.
Future lifetimes, bequeathed to ourselves through our decision to awaken now.
Even if all this talk of immortal souls flits out of reach like minnows as we plunge into the demands of the day, we can organise ourselves around principles. Recommitting over and over and over again.
Practicing.
Perfectly imperfect.
Today is the sixth anniversary of our mam’s death.
Her death a doorway into a new world.
Funny how time goes by, without really thinking of the ones gone before. Even though her photograph sits on my desk as I write to you.
She knew the value of kindness.
Mam taught me that in the only way that really makes a difference.
Through the example she lived.
That me and my brother seek to live also.
See how it works?
We are more powerful than we know.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey