Friday, August 1, 2008
CONSTANT AND STEADY
The smell of fresh pine, the sound of the fire crackling and the steadiness of the lake always brings me back to my center. The perfection of nature, of everything growing and changing, untainted and miraculous and pure. It brings me to the truth of matter. When you realize the importance of non-resistance, non-attachment and non-judgement. The importance allowing flow in your own life and seeing perfection in what is.
When self induced stress becomes apparently clear that it was just that; self induced. Thoughts, which are just illusions we make up in our minds to create madness and keep ourselves occupied or "prepared" for premeditated battle.
There is something about the constant flow of the stream outside, the river that still runs, constant and softly, swiftly past boulders and bare feet, always; as we go about our lives, we worry about paying bills, and two years from now, the color we want to paint our living rooms and whose birthday party we need to attend. When I create tragedy in my head before it happens and imagine the strength of armor I may need before diving in, the river is still running...constant and steady.
While we're swimming in others sorrows on our rafts of compassion and empathy, and when we go home at night only to drown in our own, the river stays, constant and steady. When we're caught up in celebrity gossip or the newest season of Real World, as we write new resumes and rekindle old flames. When we tap our feet against desks wearing shiny shoes and shake clammy, powerful hands.....the stream, still flows, constant. Steady.
As I map out my next three months and journey onto foreign soil, ingest strange new flavors and scents. Brush past shoulders of strangers and make eye contact with with people whose thoughts speak in a different voice than my own...the river runs its course, the same way, constant and steady.
When I'm lost and need directions, when I'm lonely and need a body to hold and a warm neck to kiss, when I'm screaming with triumph at the top of a mountain miles above the sea and when I wrap my arms around new friends whose names I'll forget when I hop onto the next train....the river is still there. Flowing, never changing, constant and steady.
That's my place. The place I go to in my head when I'm caught up. When I need to imagine peace. When I need to be brought back down to Earth, humbled and reminded that life is fleeting but there are certain things that are always steady...the beauty of nature that is really the beauty of us as people; it's what we come from and what we're made of. Everything.....is in its place. Constant, flowing, and steady. Magical in its purest form.
The river does not effort to flow, it just does.
Constant and steady....