It took me a little while to write this post, which in my mind was meant to be something simple. It was about a Sunday with zero mileage—or at least that’s how I wanted to see it in my thoughts. Because surely we know we have the power to reset everything, right? And that’s essentially because if we wake up and begin to feel each sensation as unique, to feel it with presence, savouring those unique moments (I repeat) that are being gifted to us, then we are in the midst of a reset—beginning that promising, peaceful day, full of surprises and gratifications, that day when we feel like the gods we are: whole, grateful, loving, radiant with light…
(no, I’m not going to say: or the complete opposite, if we don’t allow ourselves to feel and keep the autopilot and urgency switched on)
Did I say it? No, I don’t think I did… 😑
After the cold shower I took as soon as I got out of bed, I went up to the roof with my tent—the one I’d washed yesterday.
I wanted it to catch more sun because it smelled musty. My inexperience as a tent owner meant I’d packed it away still a bit damp in places the last time I used it. Thanks to Vincent’s post pointing this out, I rushed to check what state my tent was in… good thing I reacted in time! And all because I enjoy finding and reading interesting posts on Hive every day—posts I learn from.
Still, how sad what I’m seeing… or not quite seeing, but I see it… on other social networks. People spending the whole day—or most of it—spreading fear, creating truly harmful states of consciousness. And the worst part: so many people falling into it. The illness, the virus—I believe it’s inside us, right in our minds. And if we don’t learn to redirect our thoughts, we’ll live in constant fear and calamity. I say this from personal experience. I’ve felt unwell too. I’ve been immunosuppressed. I’ve allowed others to come and drain my good energy just so I wouldn’t be alone. I’ve placed more value on others than on myself. I’ve sought compassion from others because I couldn’t find it within me… and when I finally understood that none of this helps, that no one really gives you anything, I realised you don’t need other people’s validation—you need your own. Self-love. Self-care.
No one’s going to come and help you, bring you a plate of food, unless you ask for help. And even then, many will refuse. So only a few—family and true friends—are really there for you. And I believe they often don’t need you to explain what you’re going through, because if they’re good, if they’re truly valuable, they see you. They watch over you.
It’s better to live under a rock—I thought about this when I read LivingUKTaiwan’s post. And I thought about it again today, when I lingered a little longer on the roof of my house, laying out the tent fabric in the sun, and saw the joy of the birds in the trees surrounding the house, and the joy of Bobab or Bobob—I’m not even sure anymore… but this squirrel always visits me. Every day is a reason for joy.
Living under my rock means enjoying the beautiful things and visualising those others that will find a way to manifest—so long as I’m at peace and growing, so long as I’m working on myself, on everything I need to heal now that I’m aware of so many things I wasn’t before, now that I’m beginning to understand how life works. How we work. Who’s meant to walk alongside me and who isn’t. Why some live better and others worse… why the observer’s point of view matters.
Let me explain this with an example:
When you manage to see, then what you see begins to exist.
I’ve been watching birds for years, simply for the pleasure of it, without really noticing the details. Not long ago, I saw a curious bird I didn’t even know existed…
This post: https://peakd.com/hive-106444/@nanixxx/barely-seen-but-a-lifer
Today, there was a moment when I sat on the roof, under the full sun, and thought about how hard it is for my camera to capture anything clearly within the foliage.
My thoughts spun—those little spins that make my face light up… butterflies were flying, one came close to me, and I thought how lovely it would be if it landed on my shoulder. And at the same time: what if it startled me and I swatted it away? And so… my thoughts tumbled about, and an image came to me—of myself, sitting there, at peace, breathing in freedom, joyful at heart because I had so many reasons to feel that way. And then I looked at a branch that was in just the right light for a photo. They will come to you, I thought.
And that’s when this black-and-white warbler arrived. I was astonished. I only managed to take this one photo before it flew off to other places, surely to deliver more messages.
There is fortune here. There is fortune within me. And I can’t let that pass without telling you. Perhaps, in some way, this might help you.
Happy Sunday… it’s sublime, it’s perfect—it always is.
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