Imprisoned
Today is the last day at the cabin. I didn't think I would blog... but ya just never know, eh? I sat here in (Divine) contemplation, while I ate a particularly delicious yam. Brad, the incredible, admirable, amazing owner of the cabins (oh ya, everyone should visit here, http://www.mountpilchuck.com ) is a ROCK HOUND.
No, he does not listen to AC-DC and Ozzy, or at least I haven't noticed that he does. He collects rocks: Big rocks, that weigh more than I do, and tiny rocks... everything in between... rocks whose layers and shapes and colors would blow your mind. He glazes them with something shiny, a verathane of sorts, and has them everywhere amongst the antiques. If there's a surface, it needs rocks. Outdoors, there are rocks. It's absolutely stunning, really.
So here on the table, where I was admiring the river and appreciating the yam, one of the rocks caught my eye for the first time. It's only a handful, but it is a rock encased in rock. It's like a stone that is inside a peeling, with a third of that exterior stripped away. The outside is dark, like deep, rich earth... and the inside is light like perfect Indian skin (meant with shear adoration). I was thinking about this rock. At one time it was a prisoner of its outer shell. Aren't we all? And, although not entirely free, it has a great head start on peeling away.
There really couldn't be a better analogy for my "adventure". I had some parts of my outer layer to peel, some work to do, to strip off just a little bit more of what imprisons me. And, nowhere near fully exposed, I still feel shiny and ready to re-emerge into the world. After a few months of crazy, hopeless meditation attempts, today, things are back to the glowing, zealous, unconditional love of times past. I can breathe again. I can stop thinking again. I can touch base with the me that hides deep within, with my God, with the Eternal Oneness that is a collective of us all.
I wish nothing less and everything more to all of you. Break free! Namaste : )

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I can't really say how smiley this made me. Can we hang out sometime? I love you.
There you go stripping again………. It is a theme with you. I see another nude Christmas card coming our way. lol. :)