I searched for a daily mantra yesterday but didn't find one.
I knew where my thoughts and I were going. I knew what I wanted.
No word or thought resonated.
I tossed bait out. Ideas nibbled. Freedom. Contracts. Direction.
Each stayed slippery and vague.
I smelled cinammon and thought of sweetness.
Listening to and smelling the rain brought thoughts of freshness and renewal.
I looked at the mountains. Climbing came to me. Journeying. Strength. Persistence.
The search for a mantra yesterday remained a trek without a course. I knew where the sun was but I could not follow it.
This left me feeling....
I thought that I didn't feel off balance. The world seemed off balance.
I sought something inside me to address the existence outside of me. I sought the world's direction and balance. The world was the lost foundling yesterday. I was waiting for it to find its direction.
Internal pressures and energy.
External pressures and energy.
It was about balance.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com