Talking again… ten days of silence and talking again seems quite natural. But I have gotten a little overwhelmed. Needed to just sit in the shade for a while at the beach taking pictures of crabs.

It is cliché to say that love is always there... waiting, abiding, hanging out without notice of what is actually going on. But it is true when you experience it in the deep silence of your soul. It is the essence of ‘just being’. Romantic love? Nothing but a concept - but not in a bad way. In a liberating way! No need to expect that something other than what is will happen. Be it joy in your companion, desire, annoyance… whatever… no fear. And that is true with anything I guess.

Yes, anything… everywhere… when you unlock the garden of mystery inside and give yourself time for the mind to quiet down, you can discover what a true meeting is. When to people who know who they are smile at each other it is like a thousand mountains laughing, and my heart is still reverberating that gem. I don’t think it will ever have the need to stop.

The ego has so many ‘buts’ – really it is all it knows. It has tried to convince me that the ineffable and boundless wellspring inside of me is boring. Nice try…

So anyway… here I am… nothing to do… nowhere to go… I guess I’ll just welcome what so ever comes across my path with my full and undivided love and attention. Lol!

Thank you Universe!