This is a part of an introduction from something different that I’ve been working on. With the next post we’ll swim back into the tilts in the compass and meditation. Thanks for reading.



Trying to understand the moment. The feeling, my reactions, my senses and the fluctuations between the heaviness and the lightness of the air. Every day I see myself reaching for a new part of it or stumbling across a new piece by accident. A tilt in the compass… magnetic amongst other things. Exploring with every step forward, learning with every step forward, feeling with step forward. Fleeting and beautiful, the moments mixed in with the innate magic of well, everything around us. The push and pull of the subtle winds and the infinite blink of the horizon’s eye. How often I take for granted and miss the subtle movements around me. Even though the speed of everyday life is something I’ve grown accustom to, it’s also something that I am still slightly confused by and at the same time in awe of.

An abundance within the moment, magnetic amongst other things, as we stare up at the horizon’s eye wondering about the mechanics of it. Often, I forget how amazing the people and the different places around me are, and much too often I failed to notice the little things. The reflections expand the world around me and the floor beneath me, as the moment stretches different things become beautiful new things become understandable. The moment we all share stretches, making it easier to notice and highlight the beauties and the intricacies of the innate magic of and within everything around us.

A simple look at the moment and a simple feeling within the heart. The adventure that sits within each moment, even if it isn’t expanded upon, the energy that heightens the basic, that same glow is coming from all around us. Neglectful with how I use my own speed, haste unnecessarily showers some moments, but mustn’t we keep up with the shuffle? Nonchalant as time strolls by. The beautiful is the mundane.

 Slowing down only long enough to realize what I may have missed, only long enough to valet my scuba gear and continue on to the tour. Here’s to each nothing nestled in the infinite that we’ll never get a chance to swoon over.




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“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas



“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

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