My posts may seem unusual for a while as I’m going back through writing from twenty-five years ago. What was I exploring? I was learning that allowing myself to be received is an act of giving, so here I am. Receive.
I asked myself “questions as bait”, as ways to wake. Try it. It’s fun!
Questions as Bait
How do I hang rainbows from the sun?
How do lips climb?
How do I fold and unfold my heart – origami sails for sea and sky?
How do I lick the sky like blueberry pie?
How do I empower joy, and lift my heart on a bench to look out at the world from a cloud?
Can I be like anemone,
fed from air, like sea?
I said to myself each day: I am a commitment to birthing a focus for my life each moment, each day, a changing lens knowing that for the Dalai Lama, and therefore for what I intend, kindness and awareness are the same thing.
At the time, I came upon a young boy loading fish from a stream into a cooler. He then carried the cooler with the fish up the stream to a pond he had dug. He was trying to save the fish from the usual summer drought. I think of intention, beauty, kindness, diversity, survival.
I would have forgotten this episode if I hadn’t written it down on paper, a layer received from a tree.
When my niece was young, she waltzed her semi-personally created character through Toon Town on the computer. I could see her hand-eye coordination creating new pathways in the brain, and activating what may lie dormant in me. It was like learning a new language, an opportunity to interact with others in a virtual, and yet, emotionally satisfying way.
Now, she, too, is a lens for me, as I turn the kaleidoscope of my life round and round.