Oh the joy of being present!
Being able to be present is a gift.
Or is it a skill?
Tell me Susan! Tell me EB! Tell me whoever knows the secret!
In images an words
I can easily make it appear
as though I have been present.
But do not trust me!
I am making up an image of a life
I have seen
and that I would like to feel!
Oh the joy of being present!
The lovely walk
Ingrid called me the other day
wondered if I wished to take a walk with her.
The afternoon was lovely.
I couldn´t ask for better company...
We reached Hästa gård
- an old house in a friendly old garden
And there we sat down in the grass
surrounded by flowers.
We talked as the hens walked around us
and Noak played happily
in the perfect summer afternoon.
It was quiet and peaseful.
We were alone.
As I think of it now
the memory is a gem.
But as I sat there
I was like in a bubble.
I saw and understood how perfect everything was out there.
But couldn´t sense it from where I was - inside my bubble.
Have you ever been trapped in a bubble
when all you wished for was to be there
present
with all your open senses?
Here is a link to when we discovered this place for the first time.
1.6.09
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I think you'll have to train it...and it's also a gift..
There is no one-and-only...there are only the one-and-only moments.
And my post from today is a kind of answer, too!
I love the cows at Hasta Gård, I can stand there and watch them forever making Joy very jealous. Roberta
I am visiting
your house
after stealing images
of bees
drinking nectar
and
gathering pollen
in the roses,
peonies
and blue bachelor buttons (?)
it was a surprise
that I could
do this
after running back to the house
for my camera
as if
they were waiting
and
I was present
in the sunlit buzzing
warm,
crimson,
buzz,
click...
I am packing
for our trip
and
in these stolen moments
chasing bees
I am present
I am the bee
I am the buzzing
I am the warm breath
I am the click
not a gift
not a skill
but a forgetting
and simultaneously
a remembering...
love to you
xox - eb.
LOVE
the water carrier
and her shadow...
xox - eb.
Yes!
I know this!
Quite well!
If you say you are more a feeler than a talker:
In this moment you are not!!
In the bubble moments only your mind is present,
who reflects on how beautiful everything is...
and the mind asks if you feel present or not at this moment...
and this mind separates you from your heart...and from everything around you.
A perfect training for teaching your mind to shut up is:
sitting
and breathing
and concentrate on watching your breath (don't control it)
at least 20min. every day.
Non judgement
that's what I try to learn, too...
there's nothing to judge and nothing to fear!
But a lot to love!
Lots of love to you!
Watching the sky is perfect, too!
Still there are so many bubble days....
Uschi
Through your beautiful words I can see you sitting in the grass... a part of it all... nowa part of the history of this garden...
What a beautiful blog. I will be back. roxanne
i followed you
from
eb's
somepinkflowers.
i think a bee led me
here,
but i could bee wrong...
:-)
i will bee back
when
i
am not chasing the clock,
am not rushing to bee
else
where,
when
i can bee ~*present*~
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