After being away in the promised land, where all your worries are diminished, whether it be at festivals, travelling or on vacation, you find you eventually return home.
Sometimes, the weight of the world can come crashing down on you like a 1/2 tonne elephant.
The link here is to the Elephant Journal, where Steve and Troy post on how to bring a little of what you loved about being away into your daily life at home.
I remember the very first time I experienced this feeling as a child.
For two weeks, I had been at my nan's and getting back home was the weirdest, surreal feeling.
I just wanted the holiday to go on forever.
Funnily enough, even as a seven year old, I brought home newly acquired skills, so I could keep part of that holiday going forever.
Crocheting and knitting.
I began crocheting and knitting with great fervour, almost everyday.
Sadly, somewhere between the time I left home and after travelling for many years, I lost this knack.
I 'settled down' and went to uni.
I felt like I had joined the sheeple culture.
I worked in the psych field as a coordinator, remunerated well fiscally, yet not emotionally.
Every fucking day, I began to feel like I had short changed myself.
The holidays stopped.
The passion for standing up for what I believed in stopped.
The interesting, off beat interactions stopped.
The spontenaity stopped.
The sadness began.
The craving for ridding my shackles began.
The rheumatoid arthritis began.
My new relationship began.
My new career as an artisan began.
Despite, being confined at many different times over the last five years, I have never felt happier and freer.
I would much prefer to be of a lesser physical freedom*, than emotionally and intellectually.
Interestingly, I never stopped crocheting or knitting.
I always needed to feel my nan was close to me.
I am getting choked up as I think of her now.
Fittingly, I dedicate half this post to my dear Nan, who is no longer on this earth, but still provides me with comfort.
I devote the second half, to my wife in life, who for five years in February, believes in me as an artisan, and as a being who could change their life back to the way it was.
The better me.
In closing, click that link I posted above and here.
Grab what you need from it and go live the life you know you need to live!
* This only pertains to me and in no way do I intend offence to those that suffer a physical ailment
binds them more physically, than on a psychological level.
Namaste.
Sometimes, the weight of the world can come crashing down on you like a 1/2 tonne elephant.
The link here is to the Elephant Journal, where Steve and Troy post on how to bring a little of what you loved about being away into your daily life at home.
I remember the very first time I experienced this feeling as a child.
For two weeks, I had been at my nan's and getting back home was the weirdest, surreal feeling.
I just wanted the holiday to go on forever.
Funnily enough, even as a seven year old, I brought home newly acquired skills, so I could keep part of that holiday going forever.
Crocheting and knitting.
I began crocheting and knitting with great fervour, almost everyday.
Sadly, somewhere between the time I left home and after travelling for many years, I lost this knack.
I 'settled down' and went to uni.
I felt like I had joined the sheeple culture.
I worked in the psych field as a coordinator, remunerated well fiscally, yet not emotionally.
Every fucking day, I began to feel like I had short changed myself.
The holidays stopped.
The passion for standing up for what I believed in stopped.
The interesting, off beat interactions stopped.
The spontenaity stopped.
The sadness began.
The craving for ridding my shackles began.
The rheumatoid arthritis began.
My new relationship began.
My new career as an artisan began.
Despite, being confined at many different times over the last five years, I have never felt happier and freer.
I would much prefer to be of a lesser physical freedom*, than emotionally and intellectually.
Interestingly, I never stopped crocheting or knitting.
I always needed to feel my nan was close to me.
I am getting choked up as I think of her now.
Fittingly, I dedicate half this post to my dear Nan, who is no longer on this earth, but still provides me with comfort.
I devote the second half, to my wife in life, who for five years in February, believes in me as an artisan, and as a being who could change their life back to the way it was.
The better me.
In closing, click that link I posted above and here.
Grab what you need from it and go live the life you know you need to live!
* This only pertains to me and in no way do I intend offence to those that suffer a physical ailment
binds them more physically, than on a psychological level.
Namaste.
