“Give of your soul. Feel the life and the suffering and the joys of the world. Don’t be afraid to feel, or to love, or to fail. So long as you are doing the little best you can to make this ruined world better, you are making good use of the miraculous reality that is your life.” –Ben Okri
This evening, dear Readers, I would like to simply say Thank You. Today was a difficult day, a day of disappointments and discouragement, when I came home tired and frustrated, grumpy and out of sorts. Well, you know. It was a day of seeing others’ flaws, shortcomings, disorganization, chaotic tendencies, foolishness and egoism. And I experienced, yet again, a moment of questioning what in the world I was doing holed up in this strange country, watching people who are not my people, enjoying themselves while all I could do was stand on the edge of them and observe, and wonder.
Each day now I walk to and from the little country school through an open field of now-harvested hay (I think it was) and during the twenty minutes walk I have time to think, to process events and conversations, to ponder and muse about life and its ironies and difficulties. It is beautiful and peaceful out in that farmer’s field, strewn with many interesting rocks and wild flowers, still blooming until it becomes real winter. No matter what my mood, the land and the sky, so large and often filled with clouds and mist, accept me exactly as I am. No judgement, no accusations, no condemnation. The air and the ground are filled with spirits, with beings of rock, plant, air and mist, and they are so benevolent, so peaceful that it never fails to cheer me, at least while I am walking. Wind, rain, sun, mist all fall upon me out in that field like a soothing balm for troubles.
This evening I sat down at this computer once more, and to my surprise and delight, found that several of you, my beloved Readers, have liked my last posts, given me nice comments and otherwise let me know that you are there, reading my humble words, and feeling some sympathy, some solidarity. Seeing your likes and comments there, after such a difficult day, was the perfect medicine for my weary soul. It is simply so heartening to know that I am not alone in my battles and struggles, that you are all there also working with similar struggles, also holding onto faith and to the light of love as you go through your own paces in this crazy-mad-beautiful world we all share.
Again, I thank you all for taking the time out from your lives and dreams to share mine for a few minutes and in return I humbly bow to each one of you, and say that even though we have perhaps never met in the flesh (or perhaps we have!) it matters not. I see the light that burns brightly within you, and I honor it deeply.
- The Dark Mist (thoughtsfromtheoutdoors.wordpress.com)
- Mist in the valley (wuppenif.com)
- Egoism Or Protection of Personal Space? (yourmystery.wordpress.com)
- Mist & Roses (anvilofgrace.com)
- On stories (windling.typepad.com)