Casting your line

 

Content...even in the in the maelstrom of a busy life. 
It's an alien sentiment really.  I am aware because Time has permitted me to have some silence and observation.  Reclining on ancient stone at a sunset point on Georgian Bay, i am rooted on a rock, kissed by the breeze off the water.
 

Silent, grounded on these Precambrian boulders; I watch my lovely man fish . It's as though he has walked right out of an Ernest Hemingway novel. His handsome silhouette, complete with the gentlemanly outline of a collared shirt and flat cap casts a line on the water.  Strong and stoic one moment, then limber and playful the next. I am loving him lunge from boulder to boulder and chuckle at his not so graceful attempts to find the perfect spot for a perfect catch.

Time is still. Even the last light of the sun lazily extends its warmth over the water.

It's a beautiful feat, really. Being content to simply observe; to be the joyful watcher.

As an admittedly selfish, ambitious person, it's moments like this,  that remind me to breathe deeply, exhale gently and understand that there is so much more to the human experience. I wonder if in the hustle, we forget that we have incredible capacity and ability to create both peace and abundance. Presently, I am experiencing profound joy just by seeing it in another. I am reminded about the way of love and the fulfillment of life I often fail to practice.

Loving this man, loving being present and silent in his company. Sharing his excitement at his first catch; seeing him radiate with pride as he holds his line up for me to see. In the shadows of dusk, I am certain we bear the same ear to ear smiles. Fulfilled and yet driven by sheer joy, he releases and casts again.

I could sit here all my days. Learning to be. Giving myself permission to joyfully and humbly experience life. Learning to cast my cares on the water and cast my line, over and over if need be, with grace. I owe gratitude to this moment for being my teacher; to this lovely man for being my muse, and my catch ;)
 

the story part 5 of ?

...if your are new to the story dear reader, please go back and read the story...

part 5 :

...yes life has loosened the Goddess

broken pieces that lined the beach
become treasures in sand castles

she stopped waiting for the Captain
and was awarded her companion  

dawn breaks, the sky - blue bird
time has opened a wormhole

from dark and stormy memories
to a modern joie de vivre

the light house; towering above
is a new nest - a beacon to paradise reclaimed

sun filters through polarized lenses
and joy is evident on sun kissed faces

the surf rouses a playful spirit
the waves brough them togeher

and in the ebb and flow 
is found a new rythmn

betrayal becomes an ancient story
and hurt becomes a myth

in a dusty novel not fit for a bookcase
but bound for a starry night fire...

love was found in letting go
healing came from the inside out

It was when the Goddess learned to ride the waves
that Love surfed in on a board through the wake 

...and the story is still being written...

smiling on asunday afternoon

sunday at the pier
we're watching the ships come in
soaking sun witchu

WANTED

On a whim, processing the idea of 'to thine own self be true'...i am faced with the fact that indeed  holding true to my heart's intent  means that I am...


NOW AUDITIONING: for a modern day Jimmy Stewart...

Aside from integrity, and a little awkwardness; must move like Fred Astaire, possess the wit of Oscar Wilde, the charm of Errol Flynn and the rugged heroics of a Die Hard Bruce Willis. Must be adventurous, yet pragmatic, grounded and yet not afraid of cliff jumping...Must fear God and a woman's wrath. Must desire and cherish an imperfect, wonder-filled life. Please note, dear George, you will not be asked to lasso the moon...well, at least not without a co-pilot. Please see the Director

the journey continues

the foundation erupted 

and swallowed me  

in the darkness, ever so slowly 

like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole 

so painfully slow, 

fear became a great curiosity  

subdued by the catalysts of discovery 

and Alice gets comfortable in her own skin

  

 

BC/AD along The Way

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” -T.S Elliot 

I have thought this passage and T.S makes me dizzy thinking of life as a cycle of beginnings and ends.

My heart is perceiving beginnings and endings differently. I see my soul's journey and destination as a linear life experience. Measured not of beginnings and ends , but rather of milestones, and experiences along a path that is continuously moving forward, step by step full of purpose and destination. Not with beginnings and endings. Rather, I am challenged to reflect on every milestone as having it's own 'BC' and 'AD' where I define myself or the response I have around that moment on the path of the journey. It's more like walking the reception line of life, shaking hands, kissing babies, stubbing toes, wiping tears...but always moving on, walking forward. It is a pilgrimage on a path with people and places and events measured in before's and after's.

Life has a new meaning in BC/AD -

I define it simply as before the catalyst and after the discovery along the way.

Can we dare ourselves to move along whether joyful or hurt? Can we compassionately observe and carry on our way? Can we define ourselves and grow in response to each BC/AD of each major milestone whether painful or joy filled?  Can we define those milestones as simply rest stops on the journey where we may wrestle with God for a while or simply appreciate the richness of the moment?

Dear Life, make me a disciple of this way. And, please, don't make it too lonely. My heart desires Love.

Perhaps Love weaves it's way in, for a time, when we connect with someone willing to share the journey and the milestones with us. Some will grow weary, some will stumble. Some will walk with us and some will  leave us on their own journey. Some will carry, some need to be carried, some will sprint up the mountain but wait for us at the next milestone, and some will sprint on.

But each moment at each stop along the way isn't a beginning or end; it's an experience that changes everything we knew and a discovery that changes everything we hope for next. In our human experience it often gets trapped as a memory and stifles us. If it is an experience, it enables us to observe, feel and discover as we continue the journey...and hopefully grow in our light.

This is my CAMINO TRAIL

I have discovered from the last milestone that I can change the pace and my perception so I don't miss Love when it merges on my path, won't lose the way when Love distracts and  wont fail from fatigue when Love needs to be carried. I will make my soul's pilgrimage count.