Welcome Rambler
“The solution of the problem of life is life itself. Life is not attained by reason and analysis but first of all by living.” - Thomas Merton
Come, ramble in precious human
May I offer you some heart opening rose tea and a chocolate chip banana muffin? The muffins just came out of the oven and still warm with gooey chocolate goodness.
If you need more sustenance, may I offer some healing red velvet beet and lentil soup, fresh bread with homemade ghee and tahini hot chocolate? I’ll even make the whipped cream from scratch.
That’s the way I like it.
Now that you’ve been nourished, do you need to rest? Here is a bed by a crackling fire. I swept the floors this morning anticipating your visit.
Don’t forget to take the origami butterfly that fluttered onto your nightstand.
If sleep is not calling yet, there’s a fire out back with a fuzzy blanket to wrap you in. The stars await your arrival filled with a desire to wonder. The insects are ready to sing sweet dreamy songs to inspire.
And, the fire dances in joy to mesmerize.
If you don’t mind, I’ll join you by the fire with my guitar. I’ll attempt to play the 5 songs I know, and we can sing to the moon. It may be more of a howling, but the moon doesn’t mind.
The moon likes it that way.
Do feel free to join me in the early morning for yoga and meditation as the night fades into the sun’s rising.
Unless you need rest. Please do rest. I will be quiet to not wake you.
I will wait patiently for you to awaken. As you make your way from a slumber to embracing the day, I will prepare a nourishing breakfast.
Then we can sip coffee or tea in silence and watch the world be painted in the morning light.
After breakfast we can play and dance and laugh and explore. I love the swings and have the perfect mixtape for our rambling together.
We can ramble through the forest to discover all that is hidden and the unexpected beauty that is rarely seen.
We can talk all things of the heart, philosophy, life. I like to get deep into it all untangling and tangling the mystery of it all.
Unless you have some burdens to untie. Then I can deeply listen to your sorrows and hear your tender heart. I can hold your hand and gently wipe the tears.
If you are frustrated with blazing anger, we can scream obscenities at the top of our lungs into the silent nothingness. My favorite is f*ck in various forms. I really like to scream that one when in pain.
Usually followed by soft desperate why, why, why as I crumple to the ground with tears dripping freely.
We can crumple together in our desire to understand this human incarnation.
Of course, I will share with you. I will share all my rambles. The rambles of my neurotic mind, the rambles of my experiences, the rambles of teachings and great teachers, the rambles you inspire within me, the rambles of awakening to a well lived life.
We can share in the rambling of you and me.
In the end, just three things matter:
How well we have lived?
How well we have loved?
How well we have learned to let go?
Jack Kornfield
I cant help but hear Robert Plant’s voice when I see your space. Rambling can be me standing on the edge of my deck, conversing back amd forth with the hawks whose call I have perfected, though Im not sure exactly what I am saying to them.
This was so nourishing to read. I felt like I was really there with you, about to eat some yummy food and enjoy the stars. That's the medicine. Thank you!