Someone shared seeing the colour yellow in a way he had never experienced yellow before. I had a dream sometime ago where I saw the colour blue in a way I had never seen blue before. I wonder if there’s a reality beyond us, the beauty of which we can only catch brief glimpses of?
I sat in the garden embraced by the evening light, pondering on the day’s experiences. Where does the past go? Does it simply melt away like morning mist in the rising sun, or does it pass into a mysterious, invisible and universal library to be referenced for some great, cosmic recollection; or is it destined to travel endlessly around some karmic circle repeating itself over and over again. I’m not sure, but the one thing I am sure of is that this too will pass.
I marvel at the way people’s gifts have a life of their own. They have an insatiable desire to be expressed and will persistently call until answered and responded to. Generous pathways into meaningful action and deep fulfilment, will always await those positive responses.