It isn’t hard, dreaming
It isn’t hard, dreaming
Seeing something into BEing
Getting a clear picture
And yet I hesitate
Resist
And leave things hanging out there
Spinning off into the far distance.
I am definitely a dreamer. And I visualise things without
apology. And yet…
Lately I have been putting the brakes on dreaming dreamily
and only envisioning the “proper” and “acceptable” stuff, NOT everything.
Strange. I know.
I think what’s going on is this: I have shifted into an
entirely new gear. I am more content with what is, with what I have, with how
my Life is BEing, and with what I am DOing. Right Now. I don’t want “more”
anymore. I am simply and easily squeezing the deliciousness out of everything,
enJOYing it immensely. I have discovered a storehouse of treasures untapped.
Right here inside of ME. And all round about me, too.
No longer am I into wanting things or whatever all I have
wanted with abandon for all of my Life up until Now. Instead I am noticing how
the light looks when the sun rises. How clouds dance in the sky when I am
walking. Somewhere. Since I am walking. A LOT.
I am grateful for the smallest things and finding overlooked
things every single day. I am thrilled by what might BE considered silly…
I love you, Currie
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