It all started with a feeling…
It’s been a minute since I last wrote. At the forefront of my mind is the word “Voice”. Being authentic with our voice can be challenging. Saying what is in our hearts while having it be understood is even more of an enigma. But I think people are more willing to look over when we trip up if we are willing to risk something in being willing to communicate.
The best things have happened when I’ve followed my emotions. I recently heard this idea about pushing through life versus pulling through life. The idea was that something is too be lost when we use our energy to force something. But something is to be gained when we use our energy to bring about what is naturally there. I’m the person who always believed if the door is locked then either kick it down, go around, or invent a teleportation device. The deeper question is why one even needs to go through the door at all? Is it the only door? Would the door open if I simply wait for an invitation through it?
My emotions are telling me to get myself to Mt Huygens on the moon.
It is hard to tell from the image entitled ‘Mons Huygens’ but this mountain on the moon is half as tall as Mt Everest. Though since it is in a crater, it isn’t the tallest mountain on the moon.
I’m at the point where I’m writing about this because I’ve been listening to a night time bed story called Moon Buggy on the Headspace app every night for 4 months. Well — sometimes I listen to Mars Buggy as well.
The beautiful thing about machines is they don’t wonder if they can or can’t do something and they don’t assign personal value to the thing being done. The beautiful thing about humans is they do.
And so I wonder how I am going to get to the top of Mons Huygens and Mons Olympus.
I guess that is all for now. That is what I’m feeling and I wanted to voice it. It all started with a feeling.