I was writing and writing and writing. Then, the wine took over and I continue to try to make sense, but it didn’t. So, I switched to freestyle… I was writing something about being protected. How that feeling has been with me for awhile. I don’t worry too much about “consequences” I just know for now, this is safe and sacred and it’s been given to feel that space, to learn in this different form, to experiment with pleasure. Trial basis. Protected. And, I was going to write something about rainbows and butterflies. Yes. Yes. Life is actually rainbows and butterflies, simply because only with rain can a rainbow appear. And butterflies, well those little magnificent insects don’t have it that easy either. For them to turn from a caterpillar to that butterfly they go through extreme metamorphosis. It’s painful. And it requires a lot of patience. If the butterfly’s cocoon opens too soon, its wings won’t be developed fully and it will die… So, yes, life is rainbows and butterflies. In every storm there is hope and in every struggle there is beauty awaiting. Yes. Yes. I wanted to go back to the rainbow business because that magical thing has been following me for months. Honestly, I’m not the rainbow kind of a person, like collecting rainbow stickers or sending rainbow emojis. Rainbows are cool, that’s all. But… inevitably they began to appear. I used to see a rainbow, no more than once or twice a year. Now, I see one every week. Huge rainbows across the sky. Admiring them in awe. I dream of rainbows. I see double rainbows. On my birthday- Rainbow!! So, no doubt, I’m going to look up the meaning of rainbow… Duh… The simple meaning is luck and the pot of gold. Right. But the deeper one says, it’s the bridge from the old to the new. I had that in the back of my mind for awhile. Until today it hit me like a ton of bricks. First, words from the retreat echoed, “If he meets me on the bridge, we could make it work. We are compatible…” And then, while talking about Newport and its beautiful bridge, it came. Wait! what?! Wow! Interesting. So, yeah, that’s the thing about rainbows… and bridges.
We can think. And think and think some more. We can not think. Not think and put it to the side some more… But let me throw it out there, that the “figuring it out” just gets in the way. Ego and thoughts…They always want to control the heart… Yikes! Imagine the heart listening to that shit.. NO!!! Never! Heart is the boss when it comes to life decisions. We always, always follow what feels good inside the heart not the head! If one chooses to feel good, of course… One must feel what they truly want and desire and need. Ego is just there to keep us alive. Survival boat. It does a great job and we love it for that. Thank you Ego, you are the best at what you do. Now, move aside. The heart wants what it wants!
The bridge of the heart.