I wake up to the heat of the Moroccon sun.
I may have done the physical actions necessary to find myself here
but my mind still remains in awe.
Just a week ago; we were in Spain, and before elsewhere and before that some where else.
I can see the wind of restlessness that is carrying us from place to place.
It is easy to slip into feelings of frustration
as we face stories after stories
that is impeding our urge to settle down in a home.
Then I am reminded, as I watch the stories, as they play out!
For the teachings; the learnings; the messages are in them.
In meditation, as I start to feel the presence within,
a distance emerges from the ..I.. and the physical act that plays out.
You come to witness the emotions as part of the act, and not the ..I..
you are the obeserver.
One can laugh, cry or make merry
as the stories themselves unfold.
Today Morroco; Yesterday Spain
today this story; yesterday that.
Enjoy it all
there are forever changing
come to sit in the witnessing pressence
and enjoy as you ride out the stories of life.
Om shanti
Tuesday
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