Wonders Around Every Twist & Turn

Dear friend,

The skies have cleared to the east. The ridged waxy leaves of the potted cherry tree and the nodding sycamore, all of the swaying plants wave the taupe-tinged clouds westwards.

The low feeling that passed through yesterday eventually gave way to a feeling of being in the right place all along. Jessie got in touch, messaging that she was going through something too, and that felt like a turning point. The mind has many habits, and one of them seems to be to imagine ourselves to be the only one, out of the whole of humanity, to be wandering and sometimes lost. As if we need permission to feel.

I’m wondering about imposter syndrome. Clearly we are making it up as we go along, and these roles we play cannot define all that we are.

It’s unlikely you’ll ever get unmasked as a fraud, especially the you who is showing up over and over with the best you have to give in any given moment. That’s not going to be everything you’ve got to give, because your potential keeps growing. It’s happening so fast now, this growth and change, it’s no wonder things feel shaky.

The cut yellow roses will need to go to the compost heap this morning, but the carnations have life in them. I’ll pick out the wilted blooms and refresh the water in the vase and we’ll carry on.

Trust your body.

Let it do its work.

Let the weather change.

Sunshine or hail or dark thick cloud, let the wind blow.

You are protected.

This whole earth holds you, breathing life into your lungs. Feeding the cells of your body. But don’t stop there.

You are bigger than the tiny island of the body.

Infinite soul, eternal.

Someone passes in the street on roller skates. I hear them but cannot see from where I sit. Maybe later the man with the pony will run down the middle of the road holding it by the halter. Hooves cascading over tarmac.

Wonders at around every twist and turn.

Till tomorrow

Love
Mikey