[Molly Radio: I am, Satsang]
In no particular order….
• The moment I set my feet on the ground in Japan, I felt the energy of the place. It’s a foundational vibration. It is deep, strong and grounding. There is a frictionless way of being here that one cannot help but bathe in. It is just as fast-paced as New York, but somehow much less frantic. How does it do that?
• Time is a construct, so jet-lag is a story. Doing the math to determine “what time my body thinks it is” only keeps me separate from this moment. The time is now, you are here. If you’re tired, you simply need rest. Or a walk. Or coffee. Or a stack of pancakes.
• Since untethering from the concept that home resides in a dwelling, I have felt more present. I don’t have that feeling of “I’ve got to get home to do x,y,z.” I have everything I need with me - a self-contained bubble floating along in the universe. In this context, my scarcity mindset has loosened its grip on my throat. I feel a freedom and an ease that is new. It is both nice and unsettling.
• I tend to write about my pain more than my joy. I write in my journal far more when in times of thrashing than in times of harmony. Moving to my edge and living in the puke-zone is my way of dancing with fear and healing the pain that makes an edge an edge. Where are the edges of joy? Are there any? Are they only of my own creation? Is an edge of joy really just a marker of unhealed pain?
This is a fresh view: Working the edge to spill out into joy again and again and again.