Liberated Temporarily After

It’s funny when one ponders the issues of life and then suddenly realizes that he or she is living in their own innate paradise. A times the surroundings metamorphose in such a way, that we are reminded of aesthetic beauty and bounty. Other times that beauty is set within, and one must call upon it through metaphysical and parasympathetic modalities.

In the meantime, I’m sitting in the night air, watching a half waxed moon-lit ocean crash in the Mission Beach distance. The television is on in the background simply because.. I never watch television and I have it here at a beach house a friend lent me. The waves crash and remind me of the outstanding power of nature that will always be more powerful than any force. These are the moments where we must wonder what all the fuss is about. And being feeling beings, we must feel the fuss as it arises. Feel the fuss and then look around.

What we are about to embark on is a continuum where we are fully capable of manifesting exactly what we wish to desire in any given moment. Authentically driven, such desires can lead us to higher heights and soothe the part of the mind that believes it is being controlled by some other kind of fate-driven force.

It is easy for the 30 something girl to lay around and ponder the love lost. To look at the have-nots and the let-downs and the why-didn’t hes, just to realize that she is an instrumental part of the process she is now setting sail on. And when the ego jumps in to invalidate her, she can look at the ocean and smile. When we truly embrace the moment, we are able to see that what exists, is not something that we have no control over, but something that is moving through us, a force that is interconnected to all beings. The soul surfer indeed.