It is a funny expression of human thinking — the thought that a new day rises as if there is an ending to one before the next can begin. In reality, each day is a continuation of the last. Time is continuously connected, the last moment merging with the next with no finite beginning and end point.
This thought crossed my mind this morning as I looked out my office window and saw the colour of the pale blue sky tinged with light rose deepening with each moment passing by. “A new day rises,” my mind whispered, and I laughed. Where do old days go? Do they die and disappear into the nothingness of space? How is this possible? Nature abhors a vacuum so how can nothingness exist? How is it possible for a day to disappear into something that didn’t exist, unless of course, ‘the day’ didn’t exist in the first place. It was simply the moment that was and always is a reflection of where I am at. And because I contain all of the universe that I am, and you contain all of the universe that you are, time is connected through all of who we are. We are the time passing, flowing, beginning and ending.
We breathe the same air, stand upon the same earth, move through the same space, connected. When the wave crashes against the shore, all the ocean is in that wave. When a raindrop falls upon the earth, all earth feels its impact. When a stone drops into the water of a pond, all the pond and all the air is moved by its ripple.
When one child is born, all life feels its arrival. And when one man dies, all humankind feels life’s mystery.
When I fear living my song, all of nature resonates with the loss of my voice. When you sing out for joy, all of life rejoices.
We are all one. All connected. All part of and all of the universe, the continuum of life flowing.
Alan Watts says it beautifully, “Everybody is I. You all know you are you. And where so ever beings exist throughout all galaxies, it doesn’t make any difference, you are all of them. And when they come into being, that’s you coming into being.”
Heady thoughts on this beautiful spring morning. The grass is turning green, buds are beginning to appear upon tree branches and tulip heads are starting to poke their way out of the earth. In the grand scheme of things, it is a day like any other. In truth, it is the miracle of life on earth, ever evolving, ever flowing, ever becoming more than I imagine. Yet, in my imaginings, it is all that I dream of, all that I wish for, all that I become.
I awoke this morning and life greeted me with its mystery, its divine essence flowing all around. I awoke this morning and remembered. I am magnificent. So are you.
Namaste.
LG,
well … there is another view
not contrary, but not the same
today is a day different than any other that has ever been lived by anyone
we are each (not all) different than we’ve ever been
we are going to do, explore, discover and create like NEVER before
each of us uniquely
different
and,
we are, both of us, right and wrong at the same time
have a great day!
Mark
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Ah yes, there is truth in everything.
Wishing you a great day too Mark. It will be what we create.
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Why haven’t a million LIKES arrived already?! This was amazing. Just the same kind of thoughts I have ~ you poor thing! But amazing all the same!
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Tee hee Diane — it’s good to know I’m in great company! π Hugs
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Prepare yourself, it might start snowing this evening!
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Shhhh…… don’t tell anyone. Maybe ‘we’ won’t notice and will forget…. π
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haha yes I guess anything is possible!
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Ah you Canadians, still pessimistic about the weather I see. Just think, May will be here in two days time and then will come your five months of warmth. Enjoy!
Meanwhile we will be sliding into the colder time of year here π¦
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Tee hee — so true Elizabeth — we talk about the weather as if it does what it does on purpose! LOL — but we also know — wait five minutes and it will change π
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haha Elizabeth that was our “actual” forecast by our weatherman!
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Oh, spring snow then?
By the way, my gravatar of the spring flowers was actually taken in Vancouver in early may last year … so the warmer days cannot be far away for you.
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Vancouver is unusual to the rest of Canada. Sometimes flowers are blooming in February! Vancouver is the exception to the rule. π
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It is an interesting concept …. time being continuous, which of course it is. I like to greet each day as a new beginning. It allows me to shake off the staleness of the past and begin again with renewed energy.
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I like how you sad that Elizabeth — it’s like making my bed in the morning. I smooth out the sheets to smooth out the wrinkles and start my day afresh!
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Wow, that was a bit drastic for a Monday morning, Lousie!! I may have to revisit this afternoon haha Wonderful though!!!
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Tee hee Katie — I like to start the week off with a kazaaam! π
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Wow Louise just wow……………………………………..old days continue to live in our memories
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