I had the pleasure of juicing my own wheat grass this morning, and it felt like I jump started my body. I can feel this aliveness spreading out from my stomach, pulsating though my entire body. What I wonder, as I experience this, is why I don't feel this alive all the time. Why do I not allow this level of awareness to be with me constantly; of every moment, of every day?
I was reintroduced to the flesh puppet that hosts my soul:
"Oh, hello there, where have you been?"
"Right here, the whole time... haven't gone anywhere."
"Oh, really? That's funny, I totally forgot you existed at all."
"I know."
Yesterday I had a vision and a moment of clarity about my purpose. I saw myself radiating out acceptance and compassion to everything around me. I was in a convenience store, anchoring down through me this peaceful love to the cashier, to the person in front of me, the person behind me, to everyone else in the aisles at the store, beyond even further out in to the street and then I lost the image. It vaporized and I was left sitting in my reality. I was a little stunned by the experience but thought, "That seems easy enough."
I'll let you know how it goes.
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