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Traveller's Diaries

I gathered some bottles left up the land from previous volunteers and brought them to recycle with a little refund and managed to gather bit of cash and buy some food from the sales boxes of the supermarket. I am actually very satisfied with this, I got apples, cabbage, lentils, few baby carrots, onions and a small bread. It feels a little for someone else but to me it feels Super Rich at the moment!

Perhaps Rich is only a contrast, an angle, a feeling. Like everything else in Life. A matter of perspective. I'm remembering that movie, Lao vita e Bella, showing a father making a game out of the war, so his son get to experience a happy childhood.

I was previously thinking of the money as currency in a deeper degree. How, we store the energy of the moment to a credit that can be stored and later be utilised. How we created and assigned all these values.
And how Love cannot be stored, but by the way one using the currency, can transmute the energy of Money into Love.

I am overall very very grateful. I decided to begin the walk, descending from the hill to the supermarket - a hike between 30-40 min - without any expectations of receiving anything whatsoever from my labour, other than removing the plastics of the Land.

Practising Vipassana, I came to realise more of my personal authority but through hardship I have come back to communion with God.
And whenever I do I am always taken care of, but whenever I go alone, it's a disaster.
Perhaps it is because I am a woman, and I need to be helped - I'm free long now from my past feminist preconceptions and I am only but a truly curious explorer.
I see how the devotional path comes easier to women. Well, to me it does.

But truly, and not to offend any Gods out there, I'd love it if I could fully finally stand on my own two feet.

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Thank you for sharing this 😀
Your story moved me. What you describe (finding treasure in small things, turning labor into nourishment, and the quiet work of inner practice) is beautiful and brave. I’m so glad your effort paid off and that the walk, the recycling, and your faith brought you back to feeling held.

 
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