Served with two helpings of goosebumps. Your parting remark also hit the spot, also with gratitude. Don't know if I'll find the gumption to do the get up and going, but there so much here I recognise. One thing I will say about the conversation is the realisation that no one's given particular attention, as things go. A busy marketplace or village, a hundred conversations, a polyphonic weave, and you're just standing there listening. Writers do that in cafes, don't they? And out here at the edge of the forest, or backyard, here you are too, you're just conversation watching. Someone passing - maybe a soft easterly breeze - may notice you standing there (like a dork) and touch your left check gently in passing, "you okay?... yes you are..." while you're watching that same breeze conversing with a young spiderling, a long silk thread floating a visible of their mutual story as magpies and blue-thing-collecters call and warble across each other to their kin - you know the type, yelling! over the crowd - and a cricket not far from your feet lights up a jig with an upturned hat for you to toss in your enjoyment, that old everyday coinage of gratitude.
You're just part of it. No one's more special. This is the wonderful thing, this general ambient whatever. This, "oh, this is home. It was always. Right here," humming.
All I was going to say to this outstanding sharing of yours is that this is worth a further conversation. But here I am, turning my listening hands to the fizz.
Ahhh Peter what a beautiful and mesmerizing response! Thank you for the reminder that when we inhabit the world from our deeper, original nature...'this is home. It was always. Right here.' It's wondrous, it's simple and it's enough. Raising my listening hands to you...
Hard to find words for this. I got goosebumps during your retelling of the gas station bear root experience and immediately envisioned a purple flower that i don’t know the name of which I would gift to you. Weird, I know. Anyway, I am grateful for the door you opened to the deeper magical dreamier world I forget to visit too often. Being there in this time feels intense but I feel it’s always important to walk through the door when it’s been opened. 🙏🏻
Thanks Amy! I love how the channel of the deeply imaginal can speak to us in flowers! Mine does that too sometimes...decades ago I also saw a purple flower (it seemed to have four petals which is quite unusual)....I've yet to encounter it in the middle world....always keep my eyes open though! Here's to the beauty and importance of those worlds!
I am left without enough words to express the levels or resonance as well as the depth of gratitude that I have for you. It is clear that you opened up to the very forces that you are inviting us to move from. What you are writing is always fire, but this here, is next level, purely inspired!
Holy Brother! You have such a rare capacity to not only see others - and to elevate and reverence through the quality of your gaze - but to mirror people back to themselves in ways that inspire them to become the one you see! I am inspired by your words and the way they ripple through the field! Thank you!!
Served with two helpings of goosebumps. Your parting remark also hit the spot, also with gratitude. Don't know if I'll find the gumption to do the get up and going, but there so much here I recognise. One thing I will say about the conversation is the realisation that no one's given particular attention, as things go. A busy marketplace or village, a hundred conversations, a polyphonic weave, and you're just standing there listening. Writers do that in cafes, don't they? And out here at the edge of the forest, or backyard, here you are too, you're just conversation watching. Someone passing - maybe a soft easterly breeze - may notice you standing there (like a dork) and touch your left check gently in passing, "you okay?... yes you are..." while you're watching that same breeze conversing with a young spiderling, a long silk thread floating a visible of their mutual story as magpies and blue-thing-collecters call and warble across each other to their kin - you know the type, yelling! over the crowd - and a cricket not far from your feet lights up a jig with an upturned hat for you to toss in your enjoyment, that old everyday coinage of gratitude.
You're just part of it. No one's more special. This is the wonderful thing, this general ambient whatever. This, "oh, this is home. It was always. Right here," humming.
All I was going to say to this outstanding sharing of yours is that this is worth a further conversation. But here I am, turning my listening hands to the fizz.
Ahhh Peter what a beautiful and mesmerizing response! Thank you for the reminder that when we inhabit the world from our deeper, original nature...'this is home. It was always. Right here.' It's wondrous, it's simple and it's enough. Raising my listening hands to you...
Hard to find words for this. I got goosebumps during your retelling of the gas station bear root experience and immediately envisioned a purple flower that i don’t know the name of which I would gift to you. Weird, I know. Anyway, I am grateful for the door you opened to the deeper magical dreamier world I forget to visit too often. Being there in this time feels intense but I feel it’s always important to walk through the door when it’s been opened. 🙏🏻
Thanks Amy! I love how the channel of the deeply imaginal can speak to us in flowers! Mine does that too sometimes...decades ago I also saw a purple flower (it seemed to have four petals which is quite unusual)....I've yet to encounter it in the middle world....always keep my eyes open though! Here's to the beauty and importance of those worlds!
This is beautiful writing, arriving in exactly the right moment. Thank you.
Thank you for taking a moment from your life to to 'talk back' and share these words Caitlin
I am left without enough words to express the levels or resonance as well as the depth of gratitude that I have for you. It is clear that you opened up to the very forces that you are inviting us to move from. What you are writing is always fire, but this here, is next level, purely inspired!
Holy Brother! You have such a rare capacity to not only see others - and to elevate and reverence through the quality of your gaze - but to mirror people back to themselves in ways that inspire them to become the one you see! I am inspired by your words and the way they ripple through the field! Thank you!!