"THERE IS A quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no attention to itself though it is always secretly there. It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire to seek possibility and our hearts to love life." John O'Donohue, Benedictus (Kindle Locations 211-213)
I'm sat at the breakfast bar in my father-in-law's flat in Padstow.
Outside it's blowing a gale, the sea is in turmoil and it's set to get worse.
I have though ventured outside to walk Alfie. It was, as you'd expect during the midst of a storm, enlivening. (Alfie is lying right by my side, fast asleep. He's such a loyal dog, and I love him so much.)
I'm not sure what we'll do today, but I don't expect we'll venture far. We're off out tonight to meet up with my wife's brother and his wife, and it will be lovely to see them on their own. Normally, when we do see them, all the family is together — and that's a lot of people — and we don't get any quiet time together.
We were meant to be in Padstow for a week's holiday, but I think we'll cut it short in order to be on hand for my youngest daughter, who decided she didn't want to come with us this time. Something about a party on Sunday!
Right now, I can sense that I'm still a little agitated by work. There are a few things in the mix not least the fact that I'm tired of the self-imposed routine and the fact that I can't escape the legal talk that appears to have become my life...again. In truth, I've no idea what I want to be doing but I'm sure as hell not going to find out when my wife and I keep spinning the same plates. We need to get off the treadmill and nourish our souls. In this regard, I'm hoping that these few days will adjust my gaze to something more wholesome and I can recalibrate (at the very least) my creative urge in a direction that might open up into something more than a few blog posts. What do I mean? I don't know, but if I've any sense of where my remaining energy should be used, it's not keeping with the work routine and all that that entails.
As to the heading to this post, it's drawn from one of the many dreams I had in the night. I felt at one point as if I were a migratory salmon somewhere in the world, and then I was immediately reminded that we, whether we like it or not, are inextricably linked with everything we see, touch and experience. Sadly, though, rather than cherishing it, we've come to see it in a very utilitarian way, namely it's there for our use, irrespective of whether by using it this way we're slowly robbing Gaia of its lifeforce.
But, hey, what do I know?
We do what we do; we go where we go; and we're drawn to whatever we're drawn to.
Anyhow, I hope you have a peaceful and relaxing day.
Blessings and much love, Ju
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