Day Three and more

I AM SO ALIVE, AND IT IS SO GOOD.

Icy sea water penetrates my pores, shocking me into the moment, the present, the here and now.

I AM SO ALIVE, AND IT IS SO GOOD.

The truth of being hugged by a loved one.

I AM SO ALIVE, AND IT IS SO GOOD.

The dance of Spring blooms twirling into my olfactory senses.

Day 3. Writing as an act of prayer at the altar of self. Follow the omens, I once read. I have, we have, and we are in joy. A dragonfly was the first thing to greet me in my new backyard - change and good fortune ahead. Though I have shed tears these past few days, there has not been one iota of regret, nor pain, nor even fear. It has all been yes. My heart says yes, my being says yes.

My partner and I watched the full moon rise over the ocean tonight. A grandiose, gentle yet commanding Goddess awakening from her slumber. We watched the immense waves below her as they gathered in force and breadth, destined for the shoreline. My beloved said, isn't it interesting. That the waves are part of the ocean. But when they are growing, and swelling, they seem to be a force of their own - they are their own being. How true this is. And, how much it provides a metaphor for this human experience. All connected on some level with each other, and yet, moving on our own unique wavelength.

It's the end of our first official day as locals here. It is surreal and real, all at once. And it just feels right. When we find ease such as this in our lives, a peace washes over our being. We are meant to be here, I think. I am so alive, and it is so good, and I am so grateful.

Today has alchemized into feelings, and few words, so I shall leave it here for tonight. I cannot promise anything majestic of day four - I can only promise to give myself, completely. Blessed be.

That was Day Three. Not long enough for it's own post, so I've amalgamated it with the following days, below. I forgot to write for a few days - living has the tendency to do that!

So! What has taken place in the firing of my neurons recently?

In class today, we spoke about the hero's journey, a myth based framework for describes the human plight of suffering and it's gifts: old belonging - crisis - descension - Nadir - personal medicine - ascension - now belonging - gift. Every incomprehensible, terrible occurrence initiates oneself to travel through the depths of being, the dark night of the soul. Beyond this, at the light at the end of the tunnel, lessons are learned and gifts are received. What I find to be the most striking thing about this collective experience, is that all we ever need is within us. It just takes certain experiences for us to understand this. And we will only ever understand these things when we are ready.

All this reassures me that there is some sort of destiny, or perhaps God, or spirit, or whatever name you ascribe to it, that guides us through life. Or, maybe it is just ourselves, guiding us from within, all along. And this self is so immense that perhaps we bring it down to our worldly, human level by personifying this being into archetypes. I don't really know. But, I feel there is something. Something that illuminates what otherwise may be a dimly lit path.

I don't really believe in the phrase, 'gone off track' to describe life events, because of this. Everything is a vital part of our journey. We must go through what life presents us with - there is so escaping, no burrowing around it. Marcus Aurelius said it most eloquently; 'what stands in the way becomes the way'.

May we remember this when the times are tough. May it encourage us to look to the horizon evermore, to see the sun rise, again and again and again. And may we too rise, again and again and again. Through it all. May we trust that every step taken, is in the right direction for our unique journey.

Thank-you, dear reader, for seeing me to Day Three and more. I cannot promise anything majestic of day six (shall we say?) - I can only promise to give myself, completely.