I'm approaching "touch" from a different place today. Connection is another thing I value deeply and we often bandy around phrases like "be in touch", "keep in touch", "I've lost touch with myself" and on it goes ..
When you edit and create a book you know every sentence inside out, in much the same way as those high school texts you studied for English lit. And in the same way, quotes from the writers in my books often fly through my head in response to situations. Since starting this blog, Lines from a poem by Marcy W. in Delaware, US keep on tumbling through me. She writes about her sister who died in her 30s.
I left you there
One of the few precious jewels of my life
Sitting in that hospital chair ...
Immortality?
You once gave me a clue
When you told me the heart and soul live on forever
So I'll be in touch kid - my whole life through
I've often heard people say that they are more aware of someone's presence and being when they have gone. One teacher said that you only truly know someone's soul print in their absence. Other people get guidance from those who are no longer here. Has someone's death or absence strengthened the connection for you? Are you still "in touch" with people who are no longer physically with you?
While, I'm on a philosophical spin this morning, I remember a friend S. who hopped in a car in the US and drove cross country to a little town that she'd never been to before because she knew, just knew, that this was where she was meant to be. She was quite a metaphysical person so she described this in terms of her "spirit guides" playing with her and giving her hints on what to do next. I see this as someone who was deeply in touch with themself and the yearnings of their soul. Sometimes life flows like that for me and I instinctively know what to do next and life is one big stepping stone after another. Other days, like today, I woke up looking for things to do. And I know that is a sign that I'm not in touch with myself. As when I am the knowing is instinctive and I feel it as an excited tingle. When my rational mind kicks in and thinks and thinks and tries to come up with permutations, I'm not there. How do you know when you are truly in touch with yourself?
PS- A link to the article mentioned yesterday by the Epoch Times reporter http://www.theepochtimes.com/news/6-11-4/47773.html
I'm approaching "touch" from a different place today. Connection is another thing I value deeply and we often bandy around phrases like "be in touch", "keep in touch", "I've lost touch with myself" and on it goes ..
When you edit and create a book you know every sentence inside out, in much the same way as those high school texts you studied for English lit. And in the same way, quotes from the writers in my books often fly through my head in response to situations. Since starting this blog, Lines from a poem by Marcy W. in Delaware, US keep on tumbling through me. She writes about her sister who died in her 30s.
I left you there
One of the few precious jewels of my life
Sitting in that hospital chair ...
Immortality?
You once gave me a clue
When you told me the heart and soul live on forever
So I'll be in touch kid - my whole life through
I've often heard people say that they are more aware of someone's presence and being when they have gone. One teacher said that you only truly know someone's soul print in their absence. Other people get guidance from those who are no longer here. Has someone's death or absence strengthened the connection for you? Are you still "in touch" with people who are no longer physically with you?
While, I'm on a philosophical spin this morning, I remember a friend S. who hopped in a car in the US and drove cross country to a little town that she'd never been to before because she knew, just knew, that this was where she was meant to be. She was quite a metaphysical person so she described this in terms of her "spirit guides" playing with her and giving her hints on what to do next. I see this as someone who was deeply in touch with themself and the yearnings of their soul. Sometimes life flows like that for me and I instinctively know what to do next and life is one big stepping stone after another. Other days, like today, I woke up looking for things to do. And I know that is a sign that I'm not in touch with myself. As when I am the knowing is instinctive and I feel it as an excited tingle. When my rational mind kicks in and thinks and thinks and tries to come up with permutations, I'm not there. How do you know when you are truly in touch with yourself?
PS- A link to the article mentioned yesterday by the Epoch Times reporter http://www.theepochtimes.com/news/6-11-4/47773.html