Message in a Bottle
#SpeakingOurTruth #WhatMatters #What You See
Hi, friends,
It is the beauty of people, of messages, of communications that give rise to writing this next newsletter. And to my knowledge, therein lies beauty, positivity, optimism, and great treasures; bright colors of human qualities revealed and some more yet to be found.
We attract every second of our lives. Although we'd like to believe we are infinite eternal human beings, our minds tend to reaffirm over and over again with every conditioning, how we're limited and temporary, how we are born and then die, and so on. We might not know for sure what may happen to us once we've passed, but tapping into our inner selves creates an everlasting feeling that gets us closer to our inner being source that indicates otherwise. And this feels positive, free, and limitless!
Wherever we go, our messages and essence are what get across, not our human selves. So the more we send out limiting thoughts, the less ability we have to expand to far more places we have yet to discover and rejoice in.
The mind can't comprehend our source, our inner awareness. It is only sitting in it. The moment that's dropped or often quieted, it becomes much more intimate with a mind that feels differently, that trusts the outcomes, that less burdened by worry, etc.
When a negative thought visits me, I have the image of wrapping my arms around it as though I'm hugging it. In other words, not resisting the state of mind I'm in, the situation seems to get weaker and weaker until I can't remember why that was caused in the first place. Another sign of who I'm not at the source of it all. The same as having the image of wrapping my arms around a good thought. It just seems to add more joy and benefit to my human existence. As temporary as our feelings seem, how would you want to pursue yours? Just saying...
Give this practice a go. Affirm and then see that you are nothing other than that expansive awareness in motion, sending and receiving messages in any which way.
"All my life false and real, right and wrong tangled. Playing with the moon, ridiculing wind, listening to birds... many years spent seeing the mountain covered with snow. This winter I suddenly realize snow makes the mountain." -Dogen, Founder of the Soto Zen, writer, and poet, died in 1253.
Our Delusions are also our means of awareness and can be compared to flowers, their colors, and their fragrance and forms. If we don't come to appreciate our own delusions and mistakes, we might end up repeating them until we wake up and see how the earth we live on is not just dirt and the snow is not just frozen water.
Let it be time to appreciate everything that comes our way!
Sitting alone and together, an owl perches on a tree somewhere, a bottle floats in the ocean somewhere else, in silence, ready to be heard opened, and shared.
Until we meet again,
Best & warm wishes, xoxo Sylvia.