Every so often, I am once again grateful for this thing I'm sharing with you now.
It's a "song" sort of, a music piece created by the artist Dreaming in the Void, using elements of a spoken word lecture by Alan Watts, on what it means to be alive.
Every single time I listen to it, without fail, I feel bliss.
Just last night on my way home from work, I was talking to my friend Andrea about the music. So this morning I listened, and shared it, first with her, and now with you.
Andrea and I have a very special relationship. We're friends, we love and care about one another, all that stuff.
But we also are each other's spiritual sounding board. She's the person whose spirituality most closely resembles my own. We're both obsessed with mindfulness, eastern thought, Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Hinduism, and how they apply philosophically, to modern, western lives.
On a fairly regular basis, we also call one another on our shit. When I fee low, I call her up, and she gently, kindly, slaps me around a bit. I do the same for her. It's almost eerie how things I have going on in my own life mirror hers. We're almost always in lockstep about the things we need from one another. Something I've just focused on will turn out to be something she needs to discuss, and vice versa.
I'm grateful that through sharing our practice with one another, both our lives improve.