The Journey Sequence

I've been scrabbled recently, I mean well and truly scrabbled, In a bid to regain a sense of self I've been cutting things out, trying to find the back to basic in my day to day. The laughter I had was dried up. I suppose the point to my writing was to be in search of the small and wonderful things that happened in my day, but somewhere between February and July I got a bit lost, I started looking less, became a bit robotic in my approach to getting through my day, which worked, all those boxes were ticked, but I had forgotten about the little things.

I have started reading more, and in doing so I am learning, mostly about yoga. I could talk to you at length about tension and compression in my practise. I learned to sail a boat by myself, not with anyone else in it (I still have a long way to go), I remembered how much I love sport and have taken up running, and more importantly I'm feeling a bit more present in my day to day.

Today during my Yoga practise, the little cat, decided she would help me, which made my movements much more challenging, and I couldn't help but laugh at her persistence.

I also enjoyed the smell of my new bicycle wheels (shhh don't tell anyone) !

Wanderlust

        On a day
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a
day.

Rumi

It's not a secret that I love Rumi's poems. He speaks to my heart. Today I was reminded of the poem above. Yesterday I thought too much about lots of things. I am a vessel, which is moving from one point to another. My purpose is to swim, cutting through water, flowing as one form. I sometimes get quite lost. I spent the whole day sailing today. When I am there, on the water, I feel a sense of wholeness, and peace moving through me. The boat slicing through the water, moving with the power of the wind: there is something very real and very grounded in that. I am reminded of the very visceral nature of being human. I felt like some of my over thought questions were answered.

On the way home J and I laughed at a man who was so incredibly excited to reach the top of a staircase before his friend. He was actually punching the air. It was a thing of pure joy! 

I am still listening to Fela Kuti and dreaming of travel.