Here’s to winning the lottery, many, many times over. The existential lottery of even existing at all, of being born at this point of history, of being in a peaceful country, of having circumstances that have given me plenty, for a family, work of service and contribution. Lottery winner all day long… and requisite gratitude for all of it and beyond 🙏🏻💛
NZs summer is on its way ☀️
Those times when we could go to our favourite cafe #NZlockdown
Hi to my new followers!
What I do:
SIT IN STILLNESS. SUPPORT AMAZING HUMANS. SEE MYSELF IN YOUR STRUGGLES. ASSURE YOU THAT YOU’RE A BRAVE HUMAN WARRIOR. DO SOME YOGA, MUCK ABOUT ON MY SURFBOARD. PLAY TAG WITH MY KID, SNIFF OUT NEW CAFES, SWIM IN RIVERS, SIP ESPRESSO VORACIOUSLY, RIDE ANY OLD BIKE.
Tell me about you.
G R E A T / O C E A N
Trust. Trust my child.
Give up. Abandon. Renounce your position
that you are the controlling agent.
Tossed in a tide
Of great ocean swells.
Wish for the mirror sea.
Hold tight during monsoon.
Drown.
Bathe.
Soar on crests
Skate down glass slopes.
None of it anything to do
With your splashing and hoping.
Delight. Delight my child.
While you still can.
Before you return
Like all other things.
As salt and water
In the great ocean mystery.
🌊
cjG
#mygroundtruth
Let’s go somewhere together.
#Bali
#mygroundtruth
10 edition
Meditation: carefully cultivate a wise relationship with your mind.
Are you a journal writer?
The best ongoing conversation with yourself is with a journal and a pen.
POETICA
T h e L i v i n g r o o m F l o o r
I wanted something to resolve the pain of living for me
anything, a psychedelic, a spiritual retreat,
some shaman or guru or podcast
maybe another course or qualification
Something - anything - to allow me
To arrive, free from my anxiety and doubt.
I sat still; I got up early and committed to my cushion
I read and listened to the wise
Fingers all pointing
This way, this alternative, this direction
And quietly, softly, almost without noticing
A small candle flame flickered
Held tenderly cupped between shaking hands
Not daring to breathe it lost once again
Slow to realise that each breath witnessed
Stokes the flame brighter.
I wanted something to resolve the inevitable pain of existence,
And I found a love of the paradox of living
Wise in pain as a continual discipline,
Up early, checking myself, committing to my cushion
In every area
Refining my view, my relationship, to these contradictions.
I traveled the world, wanting and seeking,
And I found my life
Sitting on the livingroom floor.
cjG
🌳 🌲 🌳
Do you have a meditation practice? I try for every day, 20 minutes or so as part of my morning routine.
Find peace
I love podcasts. I just find it an incredible time to be alive.
We all have access to an online education for free, that historically has cost in the thousands.
Right now, without needing to commit to an expensive institution, we can listen to world experts riff long-form for hours, on-demand & on-repeat, and in the convenient gaps between home-work-commute-ironing-cooking-biking-walking. Where-ever and when-ever it suits.
I’ll share some of my favourites here with a short transcript of a good bit from the podcast.
@samharrisorg @wakingup
Not Without II
Not without sheer delight and gratitude for this miracle of a small little brief life in some corner of history.
Not without untold richness and wealth unimaginable even just a generation ago.
Not without complete utter stupefied…
Cont… bit.ly/3BtJgrU
Just breathe 🧘🏻♂️
