This was a blissful week of spontaneous walks, decisions and the freedom to listen to my heart.
Yes, I still woke up at 5 am every morning but only to meditate gazing at the sunrise through the window from my beautiful hotel overlooking the harbour. And yes, I still attended and presented at a conference but it was a breeze, and I chose only the sessions that truly interested me or even better, didn’t plan to attend, just happened to be there and always ended up at the best ones. I explored hidden cafes, spoke to very interesting people, went to a dinner all alone (still a bit weird) and walked, and walked.
How about transferring vacation mind to everyday reality? On it!
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Menawhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clear blue air,
are hearing home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
from Mary Oliver, “Dream Work”