Living the Mystery

As someone who needs extra strong anchors to stay grounded, the eclipse that happened earlier in November managed to cut me loose and send me reeling and I haven't stopped. What a strange year this has been, and it's not even over. Something stirs just over the precipice--and it's this unknown that keeps luring me deeper and deeper into its story, into its mystery. 

Back in Rishikesh, a teacher had told me that if I have a question, sit in the middle of it until I'm living the answer. I think about that talk a lot. At another point, years later, I came to understand that if we go seeking answers, all we find are more questions. 

I take these ideas and build stories around them. For better or worse, I have a tendency to block out the world and live in these stories, and each year I think it's time to shift, to be more apart of the world around me. I don't feel that anymore. So I will sink deeper into the stories, into the mysteries, and see where it leads. 

As this year comes to an end, I really don't have much to say. Perhaps when I do my year in review, I'll be able to articulate better. My inner world has a language of its own, and it's not always easy to express it to the outer world though I do try through my stories and pictures and here on this blog. 

Two days, three parties, and one exhausted me later--time to pack and hit the sky. One magical reunion and many ocean swims and island adventures await. See you in the new year friends. 

How does your inner world speak to you--through words or images or something else entirely? And how do you best express it to the outer world?