Eh, fuck it. Stream of consciousness session, heeeeeeeeeeeeere we go!
Today was the first day in a very long time that I felt like myself. A lot of that had to do with the stream of consciousness and being in it. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the chance to flow with it, and not just anyone’s flow, but my flow.
I’ve been so mired in hashtags from #worklife, #relationshioplife, #misclife, #etc, that I’ve not had a chance to move energy and feel the hashtag that really matters:
So how did I get here? How did I find it?
“Fuck you leave me aloooooooone…” ~ Wale
I had the time to. And that’s an important realization I forget, that I need to do me, every now & again.
I cleaned the house to move more energy yesterday. I did a little the other day followed by more the next, then some today on a project. I exercised, went to work, took a glorious shit in the morning, you know, experienced and released an array of what I needed to.
And there it is, the recollection of piecing it all together, stitching, not snitchin’ it or bitchin’ about it, one step, one very small step, at a time.
The words ‘you gotta learn to crawl before you can walk’ come to mind. Well, I’ve been walking and running, switching off, I forget to stop and Breathe!
Hmmm… I wonder if that means I’ll fly?! Don’t you need air to fly?
In an interesting conversation with a colleague, I had a most expansive moment where all the systems combined and it occurred to me that it’s possible to walk outside the confines of the lines, so many lines, some I’m waiting in like, yoo hoo, is this bish moving, and others, I’m just paying my dues.
As I continued the conversation, Plato’s Allegory of the Cave returned. I was reminded of how beautiful the true sun is, and not just the shadows. Why do we shroud ourselves in the shadows? It makes not much sense.
JUST WEAR DEM SHADES!
That’s what it means.
‘They won’t kill you.’ The words of my teacher.
‘You go around sayin’ what you believe in some parts, they’re gonna lynch you.’ The words from Down Under counter.
Well, if I have words, and I don’t use them for their intended use, what’s the good in them. It’s like having shoes and not wearing them except people don’t know they have value because people haven’t yet seen nor heard how rare they are.
Well guess what? I’ve got a Retro release of some words, I’ve said before but with time, perhaps they’ve accrued a bit more interest.
As if anything was new. I don’t think a bit of any of this (waves hands). Rather, this experience is on one giant loop with a whole lot of fucked up splattered across. Between the splatter, find the beauty, and recognize your own connection to ALL OF it. Then embrace the suck for all its worth.
“We are not the same, I am a Martian.” ~ Weezy F. Baby… TUNECHI!