My old folks

My old folks move me a lot these days. Just a few weeks ago they came to stay with us for some ten days, and I loved it like never before. Since I moved into another country something major has shifted in me around them. Perhaps the distance was needed to see with more clarity what was here all the time.

I’ve come to appreciate their peculiar mannerism, and discovered mine. In expressing what was believed to be my uniqueness I recognise the obvious – adapted behaviour and ideas. A relief the judgement about this being bad or good has vanished, what is left is the space for this to be seen. Embracing this realisation feels expansive and connects to some deeper truth. A feeling of innocence.

Triggers feel softened and even fading, a liberating experience being in their presence. I feel gentle, spacious and inspired, blessed and humbled by their unconditional love. Tremendous gratitude for who they are and all that’s been given to me is ever persisting. All there really is, is just this magnificent deep connection that vibrates tenderly.  In the awareness of this essential truth everything else seems to dissolve. What a joy!