I came across this broken-off sprig of something over the weekend on Mahia Peninsula. There it was, resting upon this rock, brilliantly alive, yet apparently dead. And I say alive because it jumped out at me. It caught my attention. It called to me, “Come and brilliantly appreciate my beauty.”
So I did. I spent many minutes appreciating the beauty of this dead something, and the more I appreciated it, the more it came to life, the more it seemed to offer Love. And I know it’s because I held my awareness not on its deadness, not on its lifeless body, but on its presence, its life beyond its death.
My awareness remained captivated not on anything other than the beauty that resonated from this dead sprig of something, and that beauty was the isness of its existence, not its physicality. Despite being dead or dying, this spring of something was so alive with Love, and what was alive was my awareness that its presence remained at all times.
I absorbed that powerful, Brilliant Wisdom there and then, without even realising it. It is only when I am deeply connected to the All that I am within, as I am now, that I become aware of the subtleties in these seemingly simple encounters in our life.
This is an awareness I wish to nurture, and I do this not by striving to be aware, not by forcing a presence in the moment at all times; I do this simply by freeing myself from being anywhere other than present at my core, so that I may grow my awareness of the beauty resonating from the all at all times.
The power of Love should not ever be underestimated; it should only ever be 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 as who we are — a oneness of presence, regardless of the somethings that might appear to be other than that which they are.
Thank you.
Kirsty
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