What excites me? Everything and nothing. Everything I would not have expected 40 years ago, and nothing that seems to excite so many people these days, if Facebook is anything to go by; my dwindling source of reference as I retreat further and further from the world out there and delve ever more into the world in here. In our home, in you and in me. The best places for me to be, and where all the excitement I had previously missed begins. The more I go there, the more there is. It’s such a rich fount of all that I can imagine, never ending and always producing, filling my senses and keeping me busy in so many ways that I fear I will never have enough time to do all that there is to be done. Had I known, when I was getting so overwhelmed in the world with its eternal rabbit holes, bureaucracy and wasted energy, I would have stopped, long ago, to focus on this. Now I find the main discipline I need, in order to manifest the fruits of it all, is stillness, clarity and a kind of willful simplicity that sorts out the important from the unimportant, the main focus from peripherals, and the intention from the multitude of possibilities that jostle for attention in each moment and in each situation. And, when I do that, undoing and clearing my way through the jungle, there’s a tranquillity in the energy that abides there, and the results of my efforts, whatever they may be, are caressed in warm, smooth, confident and real forces to success.
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