Friday Nights in Brighton
Friday Nights in Brighton
I tend to live in a bit of a dream world. I know, I know I do. I wouldn't have it any other way. Or maybe I just see love everywhere.
Everywhere I look, I see love. It's all just love anyway. It's all just love. I went to a really intense dance class after work today. Then I walked home and the walk was too short so I walked more. It was about an hour of brisk walking with a heavy backpack after a dance class. This kind of thing would've been unimaginable for me six months ago. And look I know I keep repeating myself. I talk about seizures. I talk about software engineering. I talk about neurodiversity. In improvised dance we say that repetitions are good. They take us somewhere further. They take us somewhere deeper. They bring us out to what is out on the other side. Of the repetition.
What I want to say to people is that I lived through 15 years of seizures and that I somehow still managed to be happy. People ask me how I manage to be so happy so much of the time. But happiness is not something we feel. Happiness is what we already are. When we feel happiness, we are tasting our own true nature. When we feel happiness or love or joy we are really just tasting our own true nature. When we feel love we experience our oneness.
It is love that fascinates me the most. Love is the experience of oneness. When we feel love we feel that we share our being with someone or something. But I Susanna do not share my being with my teddy bear Siegfried who I love. I being share my being with being - the being that is the true nature of my teddy bear. We are one and the same

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