From May 2007
While I’ve proven this adage true, I’m yet making a new one.
I suppose home, then, is not a place as much as it is a journey. And I’ve learned there are few maps for the journey. There are none with the entire journey–not for me.
Yes, I’m a small part of a large universe, but I’m a part. And yes, I’ve played my part.
I now feel a call to play it at a new level.
From December 2007
It was an aha moment when, while watching a movie, the word came to me–or more specifically the message was heard; “Your lost your rhythm.”
As I thought about this, it became clear when I lost my rhythm. It was 10 years ago this month. That’s when we moved to Chicago.
Now, I write about this and I’m not even sure I know what it really means. But in some of my study as of late, I’ve become very conscious of my need to simply live my life–let my days flow–to embrace that each day is a complex mixture of good, bad, happiness, sadness, etc.
This is life: to live, let live, to acknowledge the things that occur, to not let emotions create any false messages, and to flow toward the positive.
I must get my rhythm back.
For me, is it living the day? Is it savoring the moments?
This I know, it’s living free of the act of, or even thinking about, judgment. It’s being free of debilitating anger. It’s loving unconditionally, sending only love and peace.
And this is the why of the message–
… that I once again Feel the Rhythm!
… that I Let myself feel it.
… that I Listen for it, daily.
That I embrace and love the music laid down in it’s beat.
I’m grateful,
as I’m finding a place, a niche
in my consciousness,
where I can slip into a groove
of Joy.
In this groove, there is separation.
Separation from opinion
Separation from untruth
Separation from, well,
Possession.
More specifically; from being possessed
by the wrong things.
I am possessed by only those I Love.
And that is the possession
I value.
–J. Brunson
