Madness

Ok, so here's the scoop. Life is mad but if we go with the flow our life, it's a blast!

Field of Souls

Walking the fields as morning stirs
I see tiny tiny glistening gem drops.
The hand of God overnight
Scattering handfuls of glitter
Softly dusting lush carpets of green and brown.
The light from these jewels
Lighting up my soul.
For as long as they return
So men have a chance
To see their own souls
Reflected in one hundred thousand bright jewels
Shining in the sun.

Gratitude

How amazing to be in Budapest. Last time I was here was 5-6 years ago- different time, different space, different place. The air quality tonight is amazing- everything pin sharp against dark clear sky, graced by the presence of a full moon. How amazing to have spent the last few hours with Ray, someone I met at Nova Scotia a few years back; how amazing to have met Christina again- she was at the Open Space event here last time I was in Budapest- she has just returned from five years away from here- her home. So I have a sense of 'returning' and in that place of 'returning' also a sense of opening and something new. Interestingly, Ray is not the Ray I remember- in Ray I feel strongly a sense of movement and I am reminded of the currents and flow of life. I didn't recognise Ray at first and it wasn't until we spoke for a bit that I started to realise that I had met him before. I approached Ray with a question which rose up in me as I stared into the blue-black wash of the boat, glimpses of silver-grey dancing and tumbling under the bright full moon, surrounded by beautiful, historic, majestic buildings- I asked him 'do we choose the life we lead or do we simply live a life that is presented to us?' I am still pondering this question as I type into existence, whispers of thoughts that drift, like smoke, in and out of my mind. I was also with the feeling of deep gratitude- for the clients, family, friends, teachers and colleagues past and present- who have brought me to this point, now.