M-eye Journal pt.1 - The Road

There is a beautiful trail in a place called Elora. The gated entrance announces it as Victoria Park. Time was set aside to enjoy the amazing bouquet of my beloved.

The tall pines mixed with lavishly colored maples and contrasted against stark white birch trees. I sat and enjoyed the foliage of the present moment, the rippling of the river, the freshness of the crisp fall air for the entire morning. How I love a broad margin in my life.

On that day I discovered an advantage over those who look to society for their amusements. Life itself is my theater and delight. It never ceases to be novel.

If you only follow your Genius closely enough, it will never fail to show you a fresh potential every hour. The truth is that we are both in control and out of control in life. This is the paradox of beings who are bound in time.

What happens when you ignore your GPS on the road? For a while it will prompt you to make a u-turn. Eventually, the GPS re-calibrates and finds a different route to the same destination.

In life, we are allowed to succeed or fail at trying to control things but the truth is that what really needs to happen always happens. Whatever arises within the field of experience is an invitation to enquire deeply within to the core of who and what you are. Strange that delusions are thought to be truth while reality is thought to be something incredible.

If only we respected what was inevitable and has a right to be; that only great and noble things have any permanent and absolute existence. It seems necessary to grow new organs of perception. The only way to do this is to increase the necessity of the road.

As I walked through the park and down to the gorge, I felt a sudden pain. If I had to name it, I would say it was loneliness. I decided to sit and examine this feeling.

Imagine being sent a love letter every single day of your life and not bothering to check your mailbox until years later. One day you open every single letter and realize that youve missed this great love that has been waiting for you to respond.Those letters were sent at exactly the right time and the reading happened at exactly the right time.

The sad feeling of loneliness is an illusion with a purpose. It creates a beautiful juxtaposition against the reality of love so that you can feel it more deeply. The truth is that you were always beloved.

The sun reflected happy sparkles across the rippling river bed. The river was smiling at me and I smiled back. It was noon and the warm smell of sweet fermenting leaves was all around.

Maples preparing their sweet sap for the march harvest. It was time for me to continue on to the next destination