Wednesday October 21st… Today it is my little sister’s birthday.
It is rather strange to have a little sister aged fifty nine years…
She will always be my little sister and we were to meet today – but London’s rules meant that she had to cancel her birthday lunch here in London Town…
And so I am now in a coffee shop alone – we spoke just now and I sang her the birthday song – she is celebrating by the sea and I am here – writing…
Both of us are where we didn’t plan to be… But still having a lovely day; together in birthday spirit but apart…
Me in a favourite place and she too – our childhood holiday destination, Hope Cove in Devon…
It feels like another life now, those days so long ago, that happened but never did!
When we walked together along the coastal path, on the beach and body surfed in the waves – ate chocolate cake in Auntie Dorothy’s tea shop and made friends with the group of Scottish boys who taught us a mad song and how to sing it with a Scottish accent…
‘Ooh the brown troot’s gotten out and eaten all the corrrn’!
All part of the flickering screen of this life, an illusion on the screen – but real. While we are here.
The realness of our body, our separation from each other; the planet, the universe and all that there is…
This stage, the play of our life ever continuing, the curtain falling and rising again on all the different scenes…
New characters arriving and playing their part and then leaving ‘stage left’ – perhaps never to return again.
Some leading roles along with us, who of course is the star of our own show – some bit parts – or part of the chorus, the extras that wander along the streets and sit behind us in the restaurants and coffee shops lending a look of a real life occasion in our real life play…
This dream from which we can wake up at any time.
And know who we truly are
Beyond the dreaming state of illusion and emotional and psychological dramas that we continuously create…
The still small voice of calm speaks as we awaken
It speaks always
This silence, the mind quiet, all quiet and still
From within
And all round
The centre and circumference of all being
Silence
And so we continue when we awaken from the dream…
Alive, free…
Full of aliveness