A while back I began thinking about far away memories. You know, the ones that feel like a lifetime ago.
Some good.
Some not so good.
All are worth remembering.
Stop for a moment and think back… way back to a time in your childhood that you might have long forgotten. I remember butterflies. Growing up in San Antonio the summers were hot and humid, springs were wet, winters chilled. I can feel the sunlight, smell the dampness of the summer storms and see the yellow and orange of a familiar friend… the monarch. She is graceful and free, delicate and strong and beautiful. I remember seeing them at the park, at school, everywhere… even resting on my finger. When I think about how I felt then I am reminded of the freedom and joy that time in my existence gave me. The more I put them in my mind the more the memories come.
There were no stresses, there was no anger, there was no loneliness.
It’s taken a long time for me to ‘remember’ that. It’s as if I’m wrapped in a warm blanket of familiarity. It’s comfortable and it’s home.
I know that peace, I’ve known it and it becomes more evident in the daily life I lead.
I don’t have room for anything less than the perfection that that is my life now. You don’t either.
Take your turn, close your eyes and remember a simple, quiet, loving place… a feeling, a snapshot of your past. Go there, know everything and hold the goodness in your heart.
It has been a long time since I’ve written here. It feels good.
Namaste’
