Since returning home from the Lucidity festival in Santa Barbara last weekend, I’ve had a lot on my mind. Things like the idea of a utopia, a perfect ideal place that is impractical, possibly even impossible, but still plays out as a hopeful fantasy; things like living in a hippie commune, where days would be spent in the mountains doing yoga, and reading, and simply being in community. I’ve been thinking about the whole concept of camping, of dropping out of society and sleeping amongst the stars. Ideas of acceptance, and vibrations, and belonging; of our desire to escape the rat race for a few days and disconnect, detach, and in doing so to then be able to connect more fully.
I’ve been thinking about the idea of chipping away, instead of adding more, to get to our core, and how this word, lucidity, meaning clarity, free from obscurity, the comprehensibility of clear expression, relates to this idea. How less is more. How love is everything. How energies are real and palpable. I’ve been thinking about psyche and soma and how much our bodies speak to us and inform us, how we are asked to listen to our intuitions and dreams, and converse with our images and shadows. I’ve been thinking about past lives, and soul ancestors, and the sacredness of family, and relationships, and connection.
These things float around in my mind and my tendency is to judge, or make sense of. But these things also float around in my body, where they can float free and true, without judgement, without ego.
Floating out to dreamspace.
Sweet dreams, out there.