It is summer and these lovely days continue. I find myself wanting to just sit and do the meditation practice Elizabeth Gilbert learned in Bali. You sit and smile, smile with face, mind, organs, liver. Live - er! Good energy comes in and takes away the bad, just as the sun shines and disinfects. It is a quiet time of year, a reflective time. The harvest is still to come.
Therefore, as I transfer files from one computer to another, I wonder if so many of them are needed, if I will again ever go back and look at them. Is there time for that? And yet, I know there will come a winter, rainy day when I will enjoy doing just that. It is odd that in these longer days of summer light, it seems there is less time, but when I go out into the garden to read, I sit with books in my lap and just look, savor and breathe.
In Bali, it is six months before a newborn baby's feet touch the ground. They are considered gods when they are born, and then, at six months, they are brought into the human world, and in a sacred ceremony, their feet are washed for their first contact with the ground. Perhaps, today, I feel like a newborn baby. My feet are on the ground, but my heart floats with the gods.
Joy and blessings this beautiful summer Sunday! Sit and smile. Garden and smile. Ah, I read yesterday that there are microrganisms in the soil that we interact with when we garden. They stimulate the production of serontonin, so go out in your garden and dig in the dirt. Feel the sparks of life living there, small as the stars are huge. Live in cultivation of large and small.