Rebirth and Renewal
Today I am at my In-Laws farm, and as I am surrounded by the mundane but not insignificant activities of friends and family. My Harvey is working his stock market magic, Anabela and Alessandra, and friends Val and Xange are watching a Brazilian soap opera while I cruise the Interweb for acoustic guitars. It is gray and rainy, the satellite connection is slower than molasses and I’m tired and lazy-ready for dinner, but I feel the tidal force of the Vernal shift into Spring flowing through me.
While I’m not Randy Pan the Goat Boy, I can feel the sap within me shifting, and old cells being swapped out for new. The energy emits from my chest and the interface between where the molecules of my body end and the invisible world begins, seems much thinner right now. There is an upwelling of energy, even though, I feel generally the same.
I am headed towards God mode, and my hands are hot as if I turned on the Reiki, which I most assuredly did not. I feel the magic as I wonder about dinner and whether I will win at Dominoes later on. Perhaps I can reach for the ether and win.
This is the Everyday Avatar awareness that I wish and hope for, the intertwining of the sacred ritual and the daily bread. Each action can be ritual, and soon I will praise the food as I chew it up and swallow, even sooner thanking the piss for having been a part me as it leaves my body (a practice I had long since forgotten).
I am blessed by a moment of the awareness of perfection, and now the dinner bell is ringing.
Remember the Spring, feel the Renewal…Stay Gold Pony Boys and Pony Girls
While I’m not Randy Pan the Goat Boy, I can feel the sap within me shifting, and old cells being swapped out for new. The energy emits from my chest and the interface between where the molecules of my body end and the invisible world begins, seems much thinner right now. There is an upwelling of energy, even though, I feel generally the same.
I am headed towards God mode, and my hands are hot as if I turned on the Reiki, which I most assuredly did not. I feel the magic as I wonder about dinner and whether I will win at Dominoes later on. Perhaps I can reach for the ether and win.
This is the Everyday Avatar awareness that I wish and hope for, the intertwining of the sacred ritual and the daily bread. Each action can be ritual, and soon I will praise the food as I chew it up and swallow, even sooner thanking the piss for having been a part me as it leaves my body (a practice I had long since forgotten).
I am blessed by a moment of the awareness of perfection, and now the dinner bell is ringing.
Remember the Spring, feel the Renewal…Stay Gold Pony Boys and Pony Girls
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