Field Notes

I won a poetry contest at work. There are 6,000 people in our headquarters building, and I feel like a celebrity now in our little ecosystem there.

Plus our group for meditation and Pranyama breathing and whatnot now has it's own informational type blog and also- in my lovely cubicle- a lending library of 50 books on meditation and Buddhism and Alan Watts and whatnot.

I am pushing the limits and growing bold, and I rather like to feel safe, but I am facilitating a little positive quantum leap in the building. A raising of spirit. It has already begun, and is growing of it's own force now. And it is lovely.

When I drive to work, on gray or cloudy days, I remind myself that I only must bring the sunshine myself. And I imagine that spark shining out of me in yellow rays, and damn if it doesn't seem to do the job. I live without fear (often), with intention, with awareness from moment to moment. This long road has changed me. It has changed me.

And things
are getting
Better.

Yes, they have improved in small but infinitely significant ways. And I am fanning that spark and using the networks of spirit I have woven to raise us all up together. Where the connections between us are threads in a web, a net, a tent, that we then must ready.

And then raise.
And then rise.
Together.

To another type of life altogether. A life less painful. More gainful. More pure. With a well of agape that flows not from but through my widened heart, I love others because I have experienced our unity in transcendent moments, and I have learned how to make the world better. It is bold to say out loud isn't it? But it has become dishonest not to. When people tell me I have made the place better than before I came, it's seems dishonest not to confess that it was my intention. And damn if it didn't work. And damn if I'm not better for it too. And how awesome is that. Very very awesome my friend. My dear friend.

And when life is painful, when it grows too heavy, when you are ready to fling the window wide and pretend you can fly though you know you cannot, there is a place for you to go. The place in your heart where we all intersect. And it begins with love for yourself, then expands outward to those around you in great waves.

These are my observations anyway. Notes from the field.

Namaste :)