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Where have I been in this quiet time? Many “places”, meeting myself across timelines…quite tangibly; noticing how versions of myself have been meeting one another outside of linear time. In an epiphany that feels as strong as anything I have ever known about myself, I know now that this is quite true as I witnessed first-hand how this manifested as a line I thew “back” once (actually many times, but this occassion was exceptionally potent) to help an “earlier” version of myself get out of a hole. The me of now, in my place of unfettered choices born of an attitude to life that has unhooked me from many of the mindsets that trick us into feeling imprisoned; and with my newly unbridled creativity, with new projects on the simmer that bring me joy without attachment and the freedom with which to pursue them in a supportive and beautiful environment filled with sunlight and flowers, had sent this package back “in time” as a taster. Like a search party sent to recover the frightened child that I was, the vibration of my current reality had, in a very real sense, rescued her. In exchange, that “me” had sent forwards their child-like curiosity and relentless urge to experiment, their unbridled, multi-disciplinary excitement and absolute disregard for the opinion of others so that I could infuse what I am doing here, which had previously felt stale and stuck (in the way that adult projects so often make themselves) into the newly expansive sea of possibility and expression that I am currently playing with as my life. We met each other “across time” and we both stood to gain so much from the encounter. It was as though timelines collapsed and these versions of myself, of very different “ages” and stages of biological development, were stood side-by side, co-creating together. This is where I have been these last weeks and it is so tangible in ways that are feeding my creativity, my daily rhythms, my playfulness, my health, my ability to shake off so many of the heavy shackles of what we call adult responsibility and start to experience life through the heart of a child again. We can loose these kinds of expererience (or their true essence) just as soon as we get caught up on the semantics of trying to describe them to others; its one of the reasons I have gone very quiet, hardly writing or posting a thing as though nothing is happening…when, really, everything is….(read on). Continue reading →