Sunday, January 17, 2016
January is mostly slow and subtle.
Life gets a pace I resonate with deeply.
Days filled with even pulses of energy, which is by no means overflowing, yet enough for the meditative monotony that wraps around life.
Sleepless nights filled with discussions about the smallest details of life, of death... the little things, and joggling between thoughts of aspiration from mundane to divine through the ordinary everyday life. Presence. In the seemingly meaningless moments. And presence. In the magical blinks and flashes.
Outwardly it may appear like nothing has changed. Yet nothing will ever be the same. Once one's soul awakens, it cannot be tamed, and much less framed.