Fires Dancing in My Room
I am recalling the times I sat in my room listening to some soft rythmic music just watching a candle burn. Its lightens my heart because I sit in a place where the fire no longer feels like a burning but a presence that offers its light in dance. It bends and weaves, it moves in irregular patterns, it leans in, pulls back, flickers and waves. I look into it and watch in wonder as its beautiful display changes the room around me at the same time. My entire existence can be flipped by a deep breath in its direction, but then its core remains unchanged. And I was going to express the conceptual ideas that spark from its dance, but instead….the feeling. I laugh as it sputters, I cry as it leans away, I hope as it shines bright and I worry as it flickers to near darkness. Its motion conneted to mine, but then its own at the same time. I wonder as I watch and I think of life and just how wonderful it can be when we allow it to express what its meant to express.
Random Thoughts
You know I have had the idea that random thoughts are not just random sparks of imagination or neurons firing in wierd patterns, but instead the reverberations of energies carried on by the river of life. Thier have been times I have met my grandmother in my soul at the street corner, or talked to an old friend in a dream. I usedto not really pay any attention tothese things, other than maybe a little marvel, but I just let it pass and move on. But these days I see much more to it then that. Thiers a very particular reason that specific emotional chain was pulled, the feeling was tugged and the mind was sparked to notice. Often its a subtle reminder of something I am forgetting or something I want to open my eyes too. It reminds me of a gentleness I need to have with myself or a drive I need to use to spark my fire. It’s like when I think of the most challenging and rewarding things of my life, I have certain fields attached to them and when the lessons and meaning of those thing appear in my life again the vibrations aling to help me draw upon what is already known.
But you know what, now that I think about it, this kind of happens with everything. And it reminds me of how important it is to keep a teather to the stillness inside me. Because, lets face it, the world is a chaotic and wild place and it often doesnt afford us the opporunity to rereat and fall away from the obstacles in our path. But it does leave little signals all around us. In the way we notice light, the way we feel the wind, the way a random conversation with a stranger about getting gas in the snow can feel like a conversation from the siprit realm itself. I wonder just how people go through their lives, I wonder what makes them think and spark and act and move. To me, its like this information is unavoidable, but at the same time I know the climb I had to make to accept the place I am. Do I move my feet or does the world spin under me? Not in a physical sense of course, but in essence. Do we ever really move or do we just pull nearer to what we open towards?
