Dear Friend,
It’s the evening of the day. My habit is to write in the early mornings but for the last two days I’ve been working flat out with Ash on songs for our new band.
When we get together the work ethic he brings is phenomenal. A full immersion in musicality. He’s just got the train back to Sheffield, and the house is quiet now, but not empty. There’s a nice feeling. A loving presence.
Ash is a much more accomplished musician. At times during our sessions my false self reared up like a wild horse when a guitar or harmony part was beyond my level of skill, or a song idea I am attached to was being pulled apart and reworked. It’s all part of the process of growth and change. I can’t think of anyone who likes to feel vulnerable, but I also know of no other way of letting go of limiting ideas about ourselves. The false self experiences this letting go as loss, as if it is having part of itself torn away. It invents scenarios, criticises, prepares reasons to stay with what is familiar, even if the familiar as we know it now, can never contain the life experiences we’ve come to earth for.
But for our soul, nothing is lost, nor can it ever be.
Change and growth, that’s the work. Coming back to the stillness inside, however you can, bringing your attention out of the past and future and focusing on the life unfolding right here and now. A crow caws in agreement on the street outside.
The light has a pink glow as the sun sets over London.
I’ll write you again tomorrow, but it will still be the endless now. These changes we go through on a personal level are part of the evolution of humanity. It can help to think of the vulnerable feelings that come whenever we voluntarily embrace change as a peeling away of the layers that obscure the light in us.
Let your light shine. If it fells like it’s only a tea light.
Together we are the light of the world.
Till tomorrow.
Love
Mikey
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