Namaste loyal readers & cult affiliates
I’ve been in the sticks for a lush three days. I’m staying indefinitely through mid-Septemberish. I’m certain a city sway will occur sporadically, New York City is irresistible on any day – summer is entirely something else.
A friend of mine smiled at me a couple of weeks ago and said, “I’m glad you’re from the country.”
Considering my current address and history with the town I love, it’s not usually straight evident that I grew up with bare feet climbing trees on a dead-end street.
There’s no where on earth that I sleep better than in this house. We moved here following a strange 48-month period in Illinois. I don’t really remember Illinois, but in jest with the rest of my six household members I’m often to drop a, “Well… at least I’m not from Jersey.”
I say this with a heart of gold and cheshire grin. Being the youngest has all sorts of perks, I’ve grown to realize.
The reason I haven’t really hit bl-agh as hard as I predicted a few weeks ago is because in between paying for my apartment; banging out book; and entertaining the two creatures… I’ve been indulging in aimless wanders, cloud watching, grass rolling and breathe work.
Amongst self-discipline, visualization and a bit of thought control.
I’m not really one for psychology or shrinky type stuff – though I’ve truly benefited from a handful of hours with such a mob in my most desperate moments. In general, I’m all about self-reflection. I believe a strong grip of this is the key to the understanding we all live as one Self.
My early spiritual beliefs had me thinking I was part of a small crowd, those led me to the true picture of being a piece of everything.
Coming to my earthly roots recenters me. I take things less seriously, I stretch more – I get a lot more sunlight and can even see the stars.
Enjoy the full moon tonight lovers. It’s a pleasure being part of the collective. City or sticks, regardless.