Here lay thoughts from different points of being. Maybe this will seem a little concentrated as they all come from only me but I am confident some things will apply to your thought streams and lives somehow somewhere.
I find myself packing often. Permanence is basically nonsense considering how we grow out of things even our cells. For that sticking fact, I find validation in my having a difficult time sticking to one place for very long. However, I have a deep seated vision deep down inside that there is a place for me where I feel just about being for a long time. Anyway, balance is what keeps us all going. At least it should be a solid part of our lives. I suppose we can sum this and that in our lives and call it balance, “this and that” being entirely up to each individual. Hopefully, they will be as strong as the roots of a wise oak tree and as free as the sea breeze. So, I find valence in relative motion, relative motion being not staying in one place for very long. Yes, this might just be my potentially temporary justification. One thing I will say that I cannot seem to do very well is to travel light…enough.
Bob Goff of “Love Does” reminded me about a couple of the firsts we all have. For one, I remember I was under a majestic tree at my elementary school playground with an amazing trunk and overflowing but gentle branches when a bee stung me on my right forearm. I held my pale yellow short-sleeved tee responsible as I learned around that time how bees were attracted to brighter colors. From the vibe and memory of myself I currently have from that time, I was about eight or nine. For all my societal (conditioned) mind can remember, it might have been my third bee sting. However, this incident registered to my mind as my ‘first bee sting’. This invites a favorite saying, “We only know what we don’t know.”
I also remember the first time my heart gleamed at the touch of someone else. It was not a purposeful touch but a gentle accident no one knew about except for the two of us. Sitting in dark royal blue plastic chairs with triangle shaped holes in the back of the seats, there was a little kids’ table post in between our chairs. The half moon shaped table was laminated medium shaded brown wood. We were in class, believably second grade. To the highlight of this memory, our knees met by serendipitous accident as we sat next to each other like they were supposed to without intention or plan. It was a glorious taste of collective consciousness dipped in heavy innocence and sweet curiosity of youth. The breeze was blowing the way the spring will only have it and summer days were greatly anticipated. How I remember those things in mentioned details, they came naturally as I allowed the jukebox of memories and what came forward to my thought stream showed me the art of flowing naturally. It is the mastery of innate education and growth which contributes to filling our cores with soul food. Connecting with what happened to us will pardon us of our dormant memories that cause the unsaid frenzy within. The unsaid frenzy is like a shaken bottle of soda pop. You won’t know what pops out until you twist the cap. This is the immense beauty and truth of getting in touch with oneself, I would say.
Textual activity is relatively brand-new considering the last two decades out of centuries and centuries. It evokes a certain chain of orderliness. Sometimes it causes more chaos, jagged edges to a composition more than smooth combinations of colors and shapes but there are times when they are helpful in bringing thoughts together because communication is very easy: totally accessible. So, we bother actively thinking more than we used to. We were more manual back then, I would say. This might be a budding theory that would explain the contradiction of thinkers who are big doers promoting brighter and healthier lifestyles and thinkers who draw up blanks, blanks that might often be disguised in whatnots such as darts against brick walls like negativity drawn from should have’s, rigidity, ignorance from assumptions, and such. Of course, there is a mix in this thought because there is never a straight, thick line as there is always a fine, fine, fine line between so many things.
Cattle from major “farming” industries are generally treated like plastic. There are not pastures in those places but tight pens and the immense scent of cow piss in the scantly sized places they get approved by the FDA to call pastures.
You want cheap. Yes?
You pay for it later.
You want quality.
You pay for it now.
Paying for “cheap” later means dealing with being distant from what really IS and potential mental, health, and emotional discordance. It affects not only your digestive system but your circulatory and nervous system. Especially the Nervous System, not only the system within our bodies and being but the ecosystem “cheap” will pollute on so many levels. Our simple, often thoughtless choices caused by immense convenient living make impacts, the impacts we probably would at least eventually wish against.
Stephanie Gasco is slowly discovering the bliss of balance between now and later.