Sparkle

Sometimes the world goes by, again and again. When we do what we like, we find that inner sparkle. That morning I could grasp it. I could grasp it just like you can hear a silence, where noice and sound fade away. I felt comfortable and complete and it was not just about me.
In a moments happiness the world stood still.

Ever since bouncing on words and silence. Can you hear the heart beating it's rythem? If I reach for it, it is gone, left alone with silence again. It fills up with sadness for what could be, what has been missing. It wants to speak, it calls. Don't we all?

I listen to Björks music. Her instrumental creativity inspires me for its authenticity, pure and raw. I like the subtle movements of her voice.
How can our words bring us forward? Over the years I kept the old cassettes. Listening now gives new meaning to the singing words. I visualize the travelling energy. It gives me a wider perspective on the travel we all make in our lives.

As I open up the magazine, I read: Fly Beyond. Off course it is by a commercial, but the words themselves synchronize. The immense possibilities we can feel when we communicate in ourselves. My concentration on the belly can bring me to fields and communication far beyond. How to describe the images of other cultures and animals (coyote) that come along ? Or the messages that pop up without declaration but full of inner knowing.

How is it possible that on a very deep level we can feel connection, but in everyday life it seems out of hand? I find nothing so exciting than to balance on the boarder: in and out, far and here, then and now, together and alone.

I appreciate my inner words that come out by breath, even if they are pure sounds, finding their way out in the open.

May we all sparkle our way.