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Ode to Small Things

Window in the Rococo Gardens, Gloucestershire

So here you are… Neither here nor there… Sitting, slouching, wondering… Perhaps tired, perhaps daydreaming, perhaps caught in a loop of unresolved feelings…

None of your thoughts seem to go anywhere. They did begin somewhere though – somehow – but they end rapidly and abruptly at the edge of an unexpected cliff. A fall into nothingness; into the unknown.

And now this heaviness – perfect for your own personal army of gremlins to show up. Small ones, big ones, bossy ones, innocent ones, arrogant ones and just plain nasty ones. They rally together, claiming they know and that your dreams, visions, adventurous steps are ridiculous and doomed. They laugh at you, crush you as if you were a biscuit designed for the bottom layer of a cheese cake. Then, they cover you with tons of thick, sticky, distorted beliefs, doubts and fears. When the cake is finished and you are feeling utterly stuck and unable to breathe, unable to smile, unable to feel any ounce of joy, they walk away with the satisfaction of having accomplished their mission. You are safe now, they think. You will go nowhere. You will explore no more.

But the one thing they seem to forget over and over again is the wondrous and uncanny power of your inner light, your inner glow, your inner flame – always there, ready to shine, no matter what – no matter how long the wait.

The light always finds a way through the cracks.

This time, it is the smell of Coffee that brings you back into the room. The sip of this beautiful nectar calls you to reenter your body, whispers you to embrace the here and now. ‘Come home’, it says, ‘it is beautiful here.’

Simple things.

Time stops.

You journey back – through – over – catching a few of your abandoned dreams, hopes and visions on the way.

You made it. You are alive – sensing the intangible wonders of life once again.

For a moment you are blissfully saved.

For a moment you are completely safe.

Present.

Free.

Touched by grace.

Filled with gratitude.

For a moment you are the bee inside the flower.