Sometimes we’re called on to expand into something we’re not comfortable with. And we feel fear, that sickening, terror that all will not be ok; that the dream will be lost and we will end up hurt.
We’re going to expand and change whether we like it or not. The thing is we can choose to go with it or we can choose to try to stay the same. When we’re called on to consciously expand, we’re being asked to make a choice to go there, a choice to trust, a choice to let go and just breathe into the moment. A choice to let fear accompany us and to let light and love follow along too. A choice to be something different.
It’s not easy, right now my chest aches with fear, but I also know we spend our lives practising for moments like these, moments we need to let go in, and trust it will all be ok, that what we’re being asked to expand into is going to be something we’re going to be forever thankful for.
Stone Sour Hesitate
I’m still a little lost for words. Right now I seem to be feeling my way through the world with a camera and music and an ocean.
Illy – Live at the Wireless (covering Silverchair, Hilltop Hoods, Paul Kelly, Flume for Like A Version)
Because I love the lyrics of this song and the ocean.
Happy summer days.
Noah and the Whale. Not too late.
Sometimes a prayer
Is just a jumble of words
Thrown into the dark
Drifting like cirrus
In the stratosphere.
Nothing more than
With the potential to
Coalesce into a jet stream.
The Caesars. It’s not the fall that hurts.
NY Eve 2012 – I was walking in a field in the early morning watching a golden sunrise light up the sky; by the end of that day my gram had died.
NY Eve 2013. I was walking on a beach watching the sunrise and swimming in the ocean; remembering time passes but love doesn’t.
G Wayne Thomas. Open up your heart.
I regret the moments I haven’t loved enough. It’s a hot thundery summer’s night and the rain falling reminds me of someone I adored. And I wish I’d loved those moment harder.
I wish I’d put my own self-doubts and lack of self-confidence aside and forgotten everything but us. I miss who I was on those rainy summer nights, I miss who we were.
Most of all I miss what I couldn’t see then; that sometimes our best self is the most flawed version, seen through someone else’s eyes.
Indian Ocean Leaving Home
The last month has been about a break up, a new job and saying goodbye to the life that had been anchoring my days of freedom for four months.For a little while I thought I’d traded my precious self for a pay check. Then I realised there’s no trade-off here. I made the choices I made.
I was the one calling for a deeper awareness of myself and my world to propel me forward. So to complain because it manifested in a way I hadn’t envisioned (ouch) is absurd. It is what it is.
I keep hearing ‘it’s happening for me, not to me’. It makes me smile (if a little wryly) because I know I’ll look back and think yeh, I’m glad it rolled this way.
Birds of Tokyo – This fire.