Welcome to the Group...
In contrast with a two weeks ago...
It's been a hard week.
It's as if the dust has settled and I'm left to evaluate.
Who. Where. How. Why.
Why do I miss friends so much after I just saw them. Why do I miss places I wanted to leave for so long. Why do intelligent people get degenerative diseases of the mind which bring so much pain to their lives.
How do they deal with that? How do I cope with that? How is any of it fair?
Where do I go? Do I spend the time with the people I love, living their life their way, or do I make my own path.
Pure and free
🦋🦋🦋 A gentle reminder that the universe has me in its arms 🦋🦋🦋
Who do I trust if I can't trust myself?
Why do we doubt our intuition so much? Is it because we have been hurt? Do we seek destruction so that it doesn't find us first? So that we have some power left to call our own?
For what purpose? To what end?
Dear Reader, I listened to the calls. I returned to my mat. I sat, for hours and moved with the turbulent winds of the mind.
I found my answers to two of the three questions. The third needs more time. Needs more surrender.
Yes.
I know that I am supposed to be recounting my journey in Croatia and Herzegovina. But this needed to come today.
I found empathy in someone. A fellow traveller experiencing the exact same thing.
We are not alone.
Maybe we don't always know where to find our empath, our kindred spirits, or even our soul mates. But they are there. Listening. Waiting. You can find them when you close your eyes; look inward. Your third eye.
There, you find the clarity. That everyone is everything. And nothing. We're all just watching a movie.
We're the actors, the writers, the camera crew. The protagonist, but only if we allow it to be so.
The director is among the stars, pouring love into our world through everything we know.
It doesn't matter where you are. Mauritius, Ireland, Indonesia, India, the freaking moon.
It's about where you are inside 🪷
What colours do you embody when you close your eyes? Which textures do you feel when you walk down the street? What are your feelings when you see a butterfly? What do your hands feel like when you meditate?
Think about the moments in your life when you feel calm, Dear Reader. Chase those and not what you're expected to want.
Being a nomad is hard. I don't mean someone who travels the world. I mean a nomadic soul. Where you love everywhere and nowhere.
But it can also be the most rewarding gift.
If this speaks to you, I'm there. I'm holding your hand, right now. I'll always be there when you feel lonely.
And if this is all just some random, whimsical words, then I hope they entertained you at least, Dear Reader, and that you may sit quietly some time today, and think about where you are and how it makes you feel.
See you in the stars 🌟✨
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