Blue like the wove of my words
Dear Reader,
This was the first day meditating inside again....
as I have mentioned you yesterday that the gazebo is no more
in the backyard and there is no place or furniture I can sit on now
to do my meditation...
of course this does not prevented me to feed the guys living in the backyard...
by guys I mean Marvin, the kids (all the sparrow) and clumsy squirrels
I don't feed Suzy (bunny) but I let the weed (dandelion) in my backyard grow naturally so that she can enjoy eating them...
today the weather was cold anyways so it was time to get back inside
but as you see reader, the change is not easy
you get used to the way the things are, you make your own small ceremonies
and changing them all of a sudden feel's like you are a hot air balloon without an anchor...
you got scared to be carried away by the wind and find yourself lost
don't get me wrong I like change
I don't like stagnation but
this small changes on what is giving me peace and healing
its so valuable I don't want to loose it...
so I need to adapt to the new situation and actually I should be
able to adapt myself doing my meditation where ever I find myself in
all you need is some comfortable place to sit and support your back
some natural light and some fresh air..
inside home I don't have a place that I can call my own..
and I don't want to do this in the basement because I like to feel the sunlight
even though my eyes are closed during the meditation
I can see the light leaking in my mind
and I can feel its lick on my skin...
looking forward for the moving
I will work more on packing the house this week
its sad but when change comes in your doorstep
you take it....
here you go reader a poem for you
Call in new groove like the one in unexpected fun day's jays
Blue like the wove of my words solemn but all of a sudden softens
be the leavings in between each clause, rake the shavings
in cluttered past presents, future presents
pave a way to your happy forms in your best frames
send graceful intentions from your ark
each time you walk away each time you talk
let vibrations of suntours flushing your dark
open room to your new now and bloom towards the light be your own spark
take the road to an unknown of your heart don't wait go embark
King H. Ironson
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