The last few months have been a whirlwind of adventure, emotion, new places, new friends, new spaces. I was travelling for a month, getting my yoga certification for 5 weeks, and now I am settling into a new home. I have been learning to trust the process of life again.
When I moved into my new place, I finally had nothing to do but simply live and settle in. This was strangely unsettling. My family and I were mostly alone in a very densely populated place where nobody would say hi. After my experiences at Pearson College and university residences, this was a huge shock! How many other places in the world are like this? We are constantly staring into other peoples' houses, literally a window into their lives, but we hardly know who they are. It is saddening. So last night I was grateful to finally meet the lovely lady across the lane from me and it was a huge relief.
But moreover, loneliness was a repercussion of emptiness. I felt like I had no purpose settling in here, I was simply purchasing furniture and existing. I was being and that was it. I was confronted with my own mind and my need to stay constantly busy (and perhaps distracted). It was only until I began volunteering at a daycare, a farm, and a fair trade organization that my life began to feel the infusion of meaning. Is this because meaning comes from our relationships? Our communities? Our work? Or does it come from being in alignment with your true nature?
I read the Tao of Pooh recently (by Benjamin Hoff) and I thoroughly enjoyed reading about Taoism and the Inner Nature of things and the practical sense of living in harmony with the world around us. I highly recommend it.
Last night I listened to some fantastic live music - here's a taste of the artist: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3jKOCttrKs&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PL710A36EB1D5AEC6B
As always wishing you all the love that exists in this magnificent world.
Let the moon glow
Let the rain fall
Let the sea flow