Having space to be without so many worldly distractions is a very valuable thing. The relationship with oneself becomes more genuine and simple, and with this comes the finer subtleties of the movements of the ego and the spirit. I not making any claims on my abilities of discernment, but being here it just makes it a bit easier, where ever I might be in my evolution
I like having wooden floors, it makes things feel more genuine and simple. I like how it sounds under my feet. I like my cushion sitting by itself, I like my shoes sitting by themselves. There is a need to have more things, things to make music with, things to hang on the walls, things to store things in, but the need has yet to be strong enough. I like the soft light dancing in the curtains and splaying across the floor. It is good to be with little.
In the village, the relationship with the world is thoughtful and appreciative. No one is too caught up in the world. It makes for a mature outlook. I am grateful for the friendship, people who are always receptive to the needs of each other, both practical and spiritual. It is good to hear drums outside in the sun, the ranting of the rooster from next door, and feeling everyone's shifting and distinct glow each day.
I don't know my role here yet, I try to make the most of this space and it's supportive nature to engage in my practice and work through my resistances. I would like to contribute in more practical ways, and I will see what I can do as time goes by.
There is a strong movement towards creativity. I am learning to stop waiting for inspiration. Still, as always, I feel a bit directionless. Having the space just live in a simple way - without less of the friction of the worlds unnecessary momentum - makes it easier to see the stirrings of the heart as they arise.
I try to sort my priorities, but I always find myself too interested in what is going on around me as it arises, it seems even where there are fewer distractions, the mind gravitates towards anything it can hang on to. Perhaps I need to withdraw my energy more so, and direct it to what my gifts quietly ask of me.
Music and images are greeting me in the morning, asking for a worldly voice. Their momentum is increasing.
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