Facing East

The sun is glorious here. This window faces east, and I get to see the sun come up each day. It really does renew the spirit. I don't even mind being eight stories up. I can see the tops of the trees, and watch birds wheel. Besides. I'm giving up Fear... for Lent. all of it. Perhaps my Kundalini is rising. (it's about time) Everyday is like looking out on one of Harry Potter's world's paintings. It is a tableau with movement. Stillness that vibrates with possibilities.

People always think that travel is the adventure. Look, see me in front of the hotel? See these buildings, this bus? But the adventure is in getting cantaloupe on your banana split. It's in all the small gifts you receive and can bestow. Like tea with warmed milk, not cold. It's in not only having your laundry done for you to perfection, but delivered with a flower or a chocolate on it. It's in an answered smile from someone in this place where you are a foreigner. Where even the gods are different. I have seen many many small shrines. prayer is constant and everywhere. (Are there any huge ostentatious churches or temples? Or are these highly revered and cherished gods also humble?) It's in a greeting when someone acknowledges the god in you~! How wonderful. That spark I have always believed existed in all human beings and creatures, being saluted.

Adventure can be had in your own neighborhood, too, in any country or town. .....I think it might be an attitude.

That humility thing. It's very pervasively real, but complex. It's a mischievous humility. One that does not mind your being found to be more humble. nor does it mind your being found to be ignorant... and fair game.

This is one of Carlo's "Separate Realities". I can easily believe in Dreamtime because of the change of pace and being. If someone dreamed me here.... Why?