Alan Watts

Alan Watts:  Meaningless Life

 

A long post filled with crazy black squiggles.

Learning comes as waves.  Some are big, some are small.  Sometimes, there are no waves at all, and I simply rest into the things I have learned and quietly try to implement them into my life.  Then other times, the giant waves crash into me, and I float high on understanding.

 

Crashing Wave (Photo credit: Clearly Ambiguous)

The tide came in and knocked me right down last night.  A glimpse into something greater than myself, or simply a part locked deep inside of me, was released and I could barely stand the weight of the joy.  I could feel it in my knees, my chest, my feet, my arms. Light radiated through me and it was so overwhelming, I don’t think I would have been able to stand up.  It probably only lasted about 5 precious minutes, though I can’t say for sure.  And now, I am trying to make sense of the understanding I felt, and the writing I spewed onto the page faster than my thinking could comprehend.