This morning getting out of the shower, my row of necklaces tacked to the bathroom wall caught my eye. A few made of grass by women in Africa...my thought then went to the generous handful draped on Liz, the owner of the gift store where I bought them a few years ago.
They were so beautiful, so many colors, I enjoyed this feast of color against her chartruese chenille sweater. Was it just the colors or maybe also the joy and mystery deeper still, alive. Well, if I was wearing them, I couldn't see them. we can't see ourselves, but we can see what others show to us. We are not separate.
Today, that image gave me pleasure again. It seemed to have a message for me. I don't have to go buy those necklaces, possess them, to experience them, appreciate. And what is it saying about what I do want to spend my time and energy on? How often do we miss what is right in front of our eyes, how truly rich the moment is, or are we focused on some futureness. or pastness, with filters on to the moment.
Permission to have it, is a resource to invest in.
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This blog is one way I share my self expression. My system of well-being is based on what is showing up, right now. I am an appreciator, having infinite conversations