The ball game sure did not come up with curve balls. If anything, it might have came up with the term. The real curve balls take place in real life. Hardball or softball, curve balls will come and go. Sometimes I willingly take the curve ball and duck the hardball. I will admit the mystery of curve balls. In every ball, curvy, hard, or soft; they will hit you. The way you take any hit is entirely up to you and your maya.
As I slowly caught up with my breath in the pool after doing a fingerful of laps, I slipped in a trance of encircling silence transpired by my conscious reverence for Creation. As I slowly returned to my open eyes, a seagull confused my eyesight when he passed over my head as he peeked into the silence of my soul that was recently spoken to. If I was to paint the moment, it would be bursting with surrealistic serendipity. Those moments are guaranteed to cause true happiness. Take my word for it if you like.
Grace surpasses any form of judgement anytime and anywhere. By that, I mean in any given situation, grace will sweep it clean and judgements will only but be stale reminders of what was. Kinda no wonder how history, not so great bits of history, end up repeating themselves. Judgements are fairly popular around this plane of consciousness. It could also explain why we keep on tripping over ourselves. There is wisdom in the book of Matthew, yes, in the Bible that points out the dense importance of alerting the self to look at the flaws of oneself before pointing out flaws in others. My dear friends, this is beyond religion. If anything, I might repeat that my religion is local pizza on Fridays. Religion is, the way i see it, how we roll: the invisible statue of our habits, perhaps. Nomadism could as well be a part of my religion. Religion is more than belonging to a group. Chief loves us all, I know it even when the pit of my bowels want to do nothing but slither in doubt. Oh, yes, ironies and number two pencils. Education is what it is.
When I feel so much love, it’s like I cannot take any more but let go of my body and die right on the spot. Its a very breathtaking emotion in a very literal sense.
Another tidbit of life I can deem as an irony: Rights and Wrongs are plastered all over societial living whereas it’s the median that really happens. The spirit of letting go, it is the only way to Live. Letting go is really living, I type this as the breeze of my Mama Nest gently envelopes me. I am not sure where I swerve half of the times when I let go but nothing feels more peaceful or makes more sense as the understanding reveals itself timely to you. More than often, it’s the sense of peace and bliss we know to be or better, feel truer than anything.
Alas, the point of living… Oh yes the light of living, my dear friends. It’s funny when you think you are losing reach, you are only gaining it. The beauty of letting go: such a precise art, so easy it is to forget. Is letting go a form of losing or retrieval?
Every blink, breath, bite, sip, encounter, experience, relationship are but doorways. Entries and exits are always monumental in our daily lives. What if’s are supposed to be uncharted territories no matter what might have brought it (them) on.
If you have to find a way to put it, there’s a Virgin Mary in each one of us waiting to be lit. Take this any way that makes sense to you.
Paint your heaven on earth and it will come to be. Preserve with the jags society will cause your thoughts but it never can control you the way love can mend your reality.
Stephanie Gasco confirms the healing of salt water as she currently is drying off with salty air.