
Each day the same.
Yet unexpected.
I walk alone,
birthing friendship with Self, grass, birds, trees, smiles, nods…
Alone, the world holds me.
Written in response to the Medium’s Chalkboard prompt: Birthday By Dermott Hayes, April 9, 2020
-- a journey into awareness
Each day the same.
Yet unexpected.
I walk alone,
birthing friendship with Self, grass, birds, trees, smiles, nods…
Alone, the world holds me.
Written in response to the Medium’s Chalkboard prompt: Birthday By Dermott Hayes, April 9, 2020
No matter how much you want to believe in the power of love as long as that separation–that disconnect–lives inside of you, you will continue to uphold structures of division and separation unconsciously or you’ll simply learn to ignore them. So it turn out that justice is actually a practice…Connection can be felt.
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Love this!
So true! I appreciate every little thing I see on my walks……hardly noticed them before.
I have been doing this kind of thing for years. I am elated to see more people doing it. This kind of presence is what I did when I was a small child and felt held by the world, friends with the bugs and audience to the clouds. I continue to remember the kind words of the teacher in the old movie Karate Kid, ” The sun is shining and the grass is green.
Unlike what you are saying, I never feel alone in this as I know I am connected to it all.