Perspectives 71
She Just Is Sheridan Campbell “See this one time I wandered out into the air
You love.
And I found it there
I remind myself after a long, cold and deeply confronting winter in lockdown, that spring is here and that even if I feel like I’m spinning in circles with myself (excuse the pun) I remind myself that the seeds of growth are always sprouting inside me, that everything that falls and dies is a womb for the new. That when it comes down to it, it’s all a matter of perspective.
My spirit there” Here’s my first hoop flow in what feels like a lifetime. I don’t pick my hoop up much these days, but yesterday the sun sunk into my skin and melted the cold, dark parts inside me, and the wind carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers with it as it danced loudly enough through the trees to mute out any story that would get in the way of me and this moment. It only lasted a few minutes, and for once in my mind, that was enough. A personal victory. A reminder that she is still inside me, this pure child who is not interested in psychological evaluations or political perspectives or spiritual evolution, who is not caught up in the stories of how I have been or how I should be or what is and isn’t. She just is. Playful, because it is our nature to play. Flowing, because it is our nature to flow. Being, because it is our nature to be. And whether or not realising, she is always growing. And there will only be so much time to play. So play! It is playing and rejoicing and making fun of life that you love. That you love.
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Surrender to the unfolding, even if it’s for a moment, the deep inhale of the sweet scent of a flower, the feeling of warm sunshine on your skin. Marinade in these small, simple moments as best you can. These moments mean more than most of our egos would ever let us believe. These moments are our reference points to what is true when we get lost, that we are nature, that we are sensory beings, that we are not defined by the stories in our minds or the chemical responses in our bodies that encourage us to pull the covers over when the sun is out, begging to shine its healing light onto us.
Song: Prophecy of the Morning Dew Artist: Clear Mortifee
