Wonderful world

Feels like I was here yesterday-and  has been many moons. Life is good though and I am back from self imposed exile or rather let us call it a sabbatical. Much has happened, yet nothing has happened-life is an oxymoron. 

Writing like exercising becomes awfully difficult to re-start once we  ‘fall off the wagon’ so to speak. But, staring at a blank page, be that a computer screen or a notebook often ignites certain areas in the brain that wander often into uncharted territories of the imagination. Some will call it their ‘muse’, others the voice of ‘the higher self’. 

Now, Rumi comes to my mind when he says; ‘The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you-Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth across the door sill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep!' 

 Yes, those secrets that we often miss during the hustle and bustle of daily life-but there is always the stillness of the night when one can visit those secret places and experience our deepest desires, hopes and dreams. 

It is a well known scientific fact that the brain cannot distinguish between fact and fiction. It does not know the difference between experience and imagination-it simply accepts both as fact. So, then if this is so, we can experience anything we wish, anything we would like to feel, see or sense. We can lose ourselves, allow our imagination to run wild and live that ‘second life’ without any complications, ties or tethers for we can write our own story-with whatever ending we wish. 

Thus, writing allows one to step out of the box and cast one`s fate at the wind without any penalties, pain or regrets. We all have had real  experiences-good and bad, so one can take that as the backbone of expanding on it.  One can make it drama or a comedy-write our own legend and create an ending we had  hoped for. 

Looking back things always look different. We have many-‘should haves, would haves could haves’ moments-thus one can re-create a better ending and let any painful baggage go-if need be. Live the life one wishes for, dreams of and be the star protagonist in the story.

Make that ‘second life’ the real one, that is perfect in every way. But, as original divine sparks, perfect is different for each of us. Some eastern religions state that one has to experience ‘all’ –good and bad, as well as all the feelings of that which is living as well as that which is inanimate to learn and feel ‘all’-as one progresses towards higher consciousness, compassion and love. So one has many roads to travel before the legend is over. Sometimes-pain, sadness, heartache is needed to appreciate its opposite-there is no yin without yang. All is in constant motion with the seed on one within the other -constantly flowing.

There are no mistakes in life, we only perceive them as such-for everything has a reason, a purpose and a goal which may not seem clear at times. However, we have free will-that is the gift of imagination, more so the gift of grace, through which we can walk from darkness into the light, and eventually become the light. 

What I am trying to say here as clear as mud, is that write, dream, imagine whatever you need to do to move up the scale and make the journey worth while-for as Louis Armstrong said: ‘It`s a wonderful world’-what a gift we have been given; I am so grateful to God.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and for you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The colours of a rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces, of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying- How do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies cry. I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world!