Kite Flying

Good morning dear Friend. Sundays are a wonderful time to let go of the world. So are late afternoons. I am sitting under a tree writing and watching dark clouds go over me, wondering if they are just breezing by or if they are going to drop rain on me. The wind almost blows the clipboard over me and reminds me that March and April is the windy season here. We used to fly kites this time of year.

Why is no one flying a kite today? At the beginning of March I used to see stores full of boxes of kites of different shapes, sizes, and colors. But I did not see any this year. Maybe I should tie a string to my clipboard, so it can take flight with my words.

Feeling the wind so full of energy and watching the sun peek through the tree’s leaves, I can feel myself losing my mind and the tension my body has had. The same feeling one gets when at the beach without a care or thought and just being lulled by the waves’ sound and the feel of salty wind on the skin. Time disappears, and infinity feels real.

We cease to be and become this pure state of a being at rest. The empty mind allows replenishment to come through.

The replenishment is of the essence of you.

Not identified, not an identity. It is the natural, delicious purity of your being coming through. When you step (or fly) out of yourself, you become that deep empty cup. Then your infinite pure self has space to just bubble up. Your effervescence rises and fills it. This is precisely what the world needs more of – the essence of you. Anything and everything you do or decide from this essence will be better, stronger, calmer, authentic, and simply more beautiful.

May this Sunday you fill yourself with the beautiful essence of you. And may it spill over to your world.

Militsa