The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Loud Whispers

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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Loud Whispers

There was something about the wind that Magdal found alluring. The way it wildly swept across land, sky and sea unphased by any visible obstacles in its path. The fact that it could not be seen but definitely and undeniably felt. 

Its vastly wise spectrum of intensity, ranging from a mild serene softness that embraces, to a raging howl of massive strength that destroys without even the faintest trace of mercy. 

Today it was particularly windy. Stormy even. But instead of staying indoors, Magdal felt the urge to go out into the elements. And commune.

She decided to go to a particularly quiet place. Usually quiet. But not today though. Or so it seemed. 

When she arrived, she just stood still for a while. Contemplating the dancing trees.

They seemed to be intent on holding themselves firmly in the ground, in spite of the wind's sweeping gusts that threatened to uproot them. 

Undisturbed by the intensity of the tempest, Magdal stepped onto the green path, softly woven with moss and the first sprinkles spring, expecting to be shaken to the root, just like the trees around her. 

Instead, she experienced a surprising stillness, her hair hardly ruffled by the breeze, whilst all around her the evidence of nature's strength defied comprehension. 

As she walked, Magdal literally experienced herself as the eye of the storm, where all is calm and safe, and though she was moving, progressing forward with each step, still the quietude remained about her, like a moving bubble of quiet solace amidst the surrounding wild dance of invisible currents.

This was the lived experience of being Presence in the flesh.

Something she would not have believed if she herself were not amidst what might have seemed impossible to envision... and yet it was real.

Magdal imagined what it could be like, on Earth, if many more dropped into this same resonant coherence of Presence. And she smiled. Because though she knew it might perhaps be a very distant potential, Magdal was certain to the very core of her Beingness that inasmuch as she was experiencing it, it was possible. And that in itself sufficed. 

There was no intent to force, to fight, to impose, to prove or even to defy. It just was what it was. And this was enough. 

São Jorge – Island of the Living Edge

 

São Jorge – Island of the Living Edge

There is a land that does not rise to the sky,
nor collapse into itself -
but stretches, long and narrow,
between what holds and what releases.

A blade of earth in the Atlantic,
where the island does not ask you to expand
or to stand - but to walk the line.

Come.
Feel what it is to live where both sides are always near.
Where nothing can be avoided.
Where presence is not a state - but a balance.

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What Moves Along the Fajãs

🌿 The Fajãs as Threshold Fields

At the base of the cliffs, where land meets sea, the fajãs whisper a different language:

Not ascent.
Not descent.
But arrival through passage.

You do not remain unchanged when you reach them.
Something in you must let go of the height to touch the simplicity below.

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🌊 The Edge Between Elements

Here, Earth does not dominate Water. Water does not erode Earth.

They meet - continuously.

This island teaches contact without collapse.
Closeness without losing form.
Fluidity without dispersing.

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🍃 The Long Body of the Island

São Jorge does not spiral or expand. It extends.

It invites you into a different intelligence:
not depth, not verticality - but continuity.

To remain.
To traverse.
To stay with what unfolds from one end… to the other.

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The Quiet Invitation

This is the island of integration in motion.

Not the stillness of Faial.
Not the precision of Pico.

But the lived question:

Can you remain whole
while walking the edge of experience?

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What Awakens Within

🌗 Equilibrium Without Fixation

You do not choose one side.
You do not resolve the tension.

You become the space that holds both.

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🜁 Relational Presence

Here, you feel others more clearly.
Because you feel yourself more precisely in proximity.

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🜃 Embodied Continuity

Not a moment of awakening - but a sustained presence through changing terrain.

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You Are Not Here to Arrive

You are here to walk.
To feel the subtle adjustments.
To remain awake as the ground shifts beneath you.

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Welcome to the Island where wholeness is not found in stillness or in standing - but in moving without losing yourself.

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If Faial whispers:
“You are safe to be immense”

And Pico affirms:
“You are safe to be exact”

Then São Jorge asks:

“Can you remain yourself - even here, at the edge?”

 

Pico - Island of the Vertical Flame

 

Pico – Island of the Vertical Flame

There is a land where the Earth does not rest wide,
but rises.

It does not dominate -
it remembers direction.

Where fire once moved upward through stone,
and never truly ceased.
Where stillness does not spread -
it ascends.

Here, the mountain does not call you to expand.
It calls you to align.

Come.
Stand where the Earth chose to become a line between worlds.
Let your spine remember what it is to be a pillar -
effortlessly... inevitably.

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What Breathes Through the Mountain

🔥 The Axis of Living Fire

Pico is not dormant. Its fire has not disappeared - it has become interior.

This is the island of contained intensity, where what once erupted now focuses. It is not scattered power - it is directed presence.

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⛰️ The Mountain as a Spine of the Earth

This is not a peak to conquer. It is a vertical remembering.

To be here is to feel your own axis - beyond posture. As truth.

The mountain does not ask you to climb. It asks you to stand.

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🌑 Lava Fields as Crystallised Motion

All around, the land shows you what happens when movement becomes form.

Fire slowed into stone. Intensity shaped into structure.

Here, you meet the part of you that no longer needs to move to be powerful.

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The Quiet Invitation

This is not the island where you dissolve.

This is the island where you become precise.

Where your energy does not expand endlessly, but gathers, aligns, and moves through you without distortion.

You do not become vast here.

You become true.

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What Awakens Within

❤️ The Inner Flame, Undisturbed
The fire that holds steady within. Not outward.

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🜂 Clarity Without Effort
Where confusion cannot sustain itself, because the axis is felt.

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🌌 Embodied Direction
No path to follow - just a line you already are.

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You Are Not Here to Rise

You are here to realise that you have always been standing.

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Welcome to the Island where the Earth remembers how to become vertical.

Where fire becomes stillness, and stillness becomes direction.

Welcome to Pico.

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If Faial whispered:
“You are safe to be immense”

Pico responds:

“You are safe to be exact.”

And as One, they reflect You.  

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Existence 5.0

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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Existence 5.0

“Existence is naturally supportive”.

As Hadael stood on the shore, contemplating the rawness of the wild waves before him, he finally completely understood.

“Existence is naturally supportive.” Of course! How could it not be? This was the whole point of experiencing oneself. To be fully supported, irrespective of the nature of the experience itself. Which meant that it was not about existence bringing forth one’s wants, desires or perceived needs. It was about it supporting whatever it is that was believed to be true, possible and impossible. Because… well, very simply, because we exist. Infinitely. Eternally.

“I exist, therefore, existence is supportive”. Existence and “I exist” were, in fact, one and the same thing.

This meant that fear of something “going wrong” – the widely cherished “what if” – was ultimately fear of oneself. Because reality, physical reality, though illusionary, was built entirely on the reflective principle that it mirrors what one believes to be true.

Hadael felt elated at his discoveries. Not really discoveries. Rather, clear awarenesses. This changed everything! If all it took was reviewing why he was holding on to a certain belief that he had concluded no longer served him, but yet was still in place, then it was simple. He was well aware also that one always, invariably, chooses what one believes to be better for oneself. Always. With no exception.

So, if something was happening in his life, which he knew was not better for him and he was choosing something else he knew to be better but still could not set himself entirely free from the other thing he wanted to be done with, it was because some part of him still believed that that was more productive, in other words better, than what he knew was better but still wasn’t able to embrace entirely as his truth. Boiling it all down to “existence is naturally supportive”, of whatever one believes to be true.

Hadael had managed to set himself free from many many beliefs – of separating himself from the mass consciousness overlays that had determined his infancy and younger years, constructed purely on following what others seemed to know and which seemed to work for the majority. This thing of accepting what was commonly believed to be the right way to be his way had been quite uncomfortable for him. So uncomfortable that it had driven him into himself, in search of some other way. Some other truth. Something that felt more real in his heart, that made more sense in his own particular perception.

As much as inconformity had been uncomfortable too, going along with what everyone followed as true, had been even worse. This is how Hadael had managed to jump onto a different track – much like we see in a thriller, where two trains cross each side by side in opposite directions, and the hero somehow manages to jump onto the other train, while it is in motion, leaving behind his “enemies” on the other train, who are not able to follow him in his new direction.

Still, it sometimes felt overwhelming and confusing to be in-between both worlds – his own and the world at large.

It was getting easier and easier, though. To perceive that in fact he was creating his own world, his own reality, with each leap of faith into whole new perceptions which he decided to live by, saying goodbye to doubt and letting go of the fear of what is commonly called the unknown.

It was not really unknown. Otherwise his Soul would not guide him to go in that direction. What it felt like to experience it was unknown. But it was completely safe, productive and a joyful discovery for sure. It was a matter of frequency. Of alignment with a higher frequency of consciousness. And of allowing life to unfold from this field instead of from the field of fearful survival.

It really was not hard to understand. It’s like those games with levels in which one can only see the new reality of the next level once one has left the previous one completely. This new level determines itself with no need to attach to the prior one. Everything in it is different. Like the difference of a sunny day versus a cloudy one. Not that one is better than the other. It is just completely different.

When being in a frequency of peacefulness, joy, love, expansive creative passion, there is no space for fear, worry, anxiety, depression or other such feelings. And the first creates its own reflexion, as does the latter. Really simple to understand.

Sometimes, when an aha moment like this comes along, everything becomes so clear that it is hard to even relate to what was in place before we could see clearly. It is literally a new dimension of experience. Hadael realised that the only difference between setting sail and navigating entirely in the new reality that shows itself in clarity, and relapsing into old patterns, was just whether there was still any lingering belief that pushed him towards what had been known as a default setting or whether all such beliefs had been addressed and let go of, in peaceful recognition. This last bit was key, because when a belief is addressed and feared or rejected in anger, it still has a charge, an opponent. And whatever has an opponent remains in place to faithfully fulfill it position in the battling interaction. Only absolute acceptance and compassionate liberation could completely dissolve the need to hold onto a belief that had so far served a valid purpose, until it became unnecessary and was thankfully released from its duties.

Hadael felt like dancing! He felt like becoming the foam on the surf of the waves he was contemplating and just enjoying the elation of aliveness he now felt! Ah sweet realization! “Existence is naturally supportive”.

With a big sparkling smile, Hadael began to walk back home, knowing that his day would be all the more joyful for the sense of being supported and fully responsible for what he chose to hold onto and to let go of into the blending machine of existence.

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Nothing Else Mattered

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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Nothing Else Mattered

The day was dawning softly, with just a few clouds in the sky and the balmy warmth of island winter. The wind had quietened down from its night out playing with the trees, and the sun was gently starting to colour its resting place with purple hues over pink and lightly golden shimmers, in a quite unusual good morning palette.

To Atlanta it felt like a whole different dimension – one she had woken to on this particular day that had called her to step outside and enjoy its gift. The silence was even more profound than usual. Her inner silence. Which translated into a perfectly serene ocean, waves almost imperceptible. So serene it could be a gigantic lake.

This inner silence of Atlanta’s was not sound related. It was a stillness that not even her light steps as she walked towards the sun’s spectacle, could be anything but it. Movement was not its opposite. It arose from coherence, from Presence, not locomotion. A prayer of joint and breath in each complete moment. Somatic devotion, as she inhabited her walking. A truly sacred experience.

For several days she had been experiencing this – movement emerging from stillness, where absolutely nothing implied effort. This is perhaps why Atlanta could look around her and admire, filled with gratitude, receive from a devotional state of contemplation that does not seek or lack anything.

Each step became a communion with Earth, listening to its heartbeat, feeling its vibrancy. And so, Atlanta decided to go for a longer walk to admire further, to enjoy more of this stillness in motion, which gave the sun the opportunity to greet her with even more magnificent colours until it lit up land and sky like fireworks do, you know – with that joyful grace that makes everyone smile.

There is nothing quite like the light of daybreak – the way it kisses the landscapes ever so gently, like a mother’s kiss on her child’s forehead saying “it is time to rise, dear one, for a bright new day.”

As Atlanta walked up the hill and cars passed by in a rush to get kids to school and parents to work, she observed that no one - or mostly no one – was really looking at the beauty around them. It was not even as if it were taken for granted. It was just not acknowledged as something noteworthy.

And yet, to Atlanta, it represented such abundance that she could not by any means overlook it. Her heart was overflowing with it, completely in love.

She realised how privileged she was, to be able to stop, to slowly breathe the day in, to joyfully pace the hills, to be so entirely Present that nothing else mattered in that precious moment, to not have to be anywhere, do anything. To have all the time in the world for nothing, which in turn meant everything.

There was no need to justify why she could now allow herself this pleasure, this gift. What her life had been like before. What she had had to let go of, transform, adjust, integrate, become, in order to now be able to have joyful stillness as her only compass. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing else mattered.

Her day was not a succession of “have to’s”. It was a moment to moment dance with what is, now. What came next, came from this. And thus life brought Atlanta all the peace, wonder and meaningfulness she could possibly dream of.

If gratitude could be converted into currency, she would be a billionaire. This is how much of it she felt.

It became completely clear to Atlanta that it was not the people or the places that made the difference. It was the way she perceived them, received them and cherished them. Preciousness was self-evident. All it needed was to be acknowledged.

Ahhhh… Life is such a special gift. What one does with it – that’s all that matters.

Atalanta pondered what it would be like right now if she had a regular job and was still raising her children, who were now adults, living their own independent lives, making their own discoveries. Would she be available to receive what she was receiving in this moment? Would she remember to stop and contemplate, even if just for a few minutes? To take the time to look around and witness her reflection in everything that manifested in tangible form? To remind herself to come into her breath, into herself and to feel that eternal Presence that she truly was, irrespective of whatever her experience in human form was at any given instance?

Of course she would. That’s how she had started awakening, remembering, choosing to Be whole, in the first place! That’s what had brought Atlanta to the realisation that all she really really wanted was freedom, never knowing what that actually meant though. Then again, why not let go of everything? Why not accept that change is the only constant in life? There was not one single good reason not to embrace herself fully. Not one good reason not to BE Love so completely that she could liberate everyone she loved from any kind of attachment, stand back and witness the magnificent wonder of each one’s evolution, on their own terms, in their own way, at their own pace. Just as she allowed herself hers – unapologetically, boldly, entirely.

Atlanta would and did stop, admire and thank, even when she had still been enmeshed in what seemed to be impossible to change. Even when life seemed to be overwhelming and all – or almost all – of her energy was focused on the daily grind of making ends meet.

When she looked back at that version of herself, she felt proud of her courage and determination. She felt honoured to have had those experiences, including the blessing of all of the people that had crossed her path through them. She could clearly feel the abundance in all of it.

In fact, Atlanta had no doubt that abundance is the nature of every single being. It is innate. Intrinsic. The way it plays out can be sometimes dramatic, sometimes as an abundance of lack, or limitation – nevertheless, it is always abundance. So so much of it, it was even hard to grasp its enormity. And now she was immersed in an abundance of joy, of love, of gratitude, of stillness, or grace, of beauty and treasured it all the more for having known its opposite to the very marrow of her physical bones.

She had not run away from it. Never. Atlanta had never denied herself the intensity of whatever form of abundance she was living. And this, perhaps, was the very key to her current sense of wholeness. Nothing had been left out, unloved. Nothing.

Ahhhh… blissful contentment. Nothing else mattered, here and now, yet everything was thanked. Deeply so. There had been no waste. There is no waste! It is an illusion of perception.

Maybe, if more human beings could come to this realisation, from the depths of their hearts, what is perceived to be waste in the world at large, would shift to a different kind of economy, based on gratitude, on the knowingness that no one is ever lacking and that nothing is ever missing.

One way or another, Atlanta was doing her part by being this. Not because she had to. But because she could not be any other way.

Sweet simplicity. This is what brought her such profound peace. Knowing the job is done whenever Presence is allowed to be the boat, the navigation tools and the ocean itself.

And throughout all of these musings, the sky kept on glowing with new colours, the sun kept on lending its warmth to the seeds in the ground and the flowers kept on blooming effortlessly. Thus is the grace of life.

 

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Thank you 2025 – Welcome 2026

 

To fully acknowledge the width, depth and breadth of 2025, I have to go back to 2024, which was, for me, the most painful year I can recall, though at this very moment even this seems like a faraway passage that has entirely dissolved its rugged edges and is now simply part of everything that is and ever was.

The dissolution I went through during the entire span of 2024, left nothing untouched. Emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually I was stripped bare, breath by blessed breath, until I was quite literally vacant. No prior construction withstood the earthquake of transfiguration. If my landscape were to be envisioned as a city, it would look like an apocalyptic scene from one of those films about the future world in 2224.

And yet… Yet this was not something terrible that I was a victim of. Not something to be saved from. Not something that I inflicted upon myself either. It just was what needed to be at this point of my existence.

So, when 2025 dawned, I was still under the rubbles of this massive implosion. Finding my way out into daylight so I could catch my breath and stand upright again.

I will not go into details about what went on, as this is shared in my new book: Soul Songs 2 – A Sigh of Wholeness which will be out in the first half of 2026.

What I do want to share right now though, is how entirely, surprisingly magnificent 2025 has been. How special it has been to day by day discover this new lifestream that I am now embodying, completely at peace with what was, is and is to be. Not as an opposite of what 2024 felt like, but as its own emergence that needs no contrast to be compared to.

I cannot, in fact, compare what I discover myself to be on a daily basis, with anything prior.

My tastes, motivations, inclinations, perceptions, choices… everything is different for me now. Not better. Not worse. Simply not comparable. The baseline is extinct. The new template has no prior blueprint.

In practical terms, this has changed the way I interact with my environment and the people in it. And so, too, where I feel at home geographically has needed to change, in order to meet my current frequency. This is why I have relocated to the Azores, choosing Faial island as the pivotal base of my hearth for it is the most purely symbiotic match for my entirety now – though the 9 islands of this exquisite archipelago are all one for me, and equally my home.

This love affair with the islands and most specifically with Faial has been a sweet discovery of what Home really feels like when we find the perfect merge with land, wind, ocean and fire and all of its living creatures. Something I had not experienced before to this extent. But then again, I am discovering everything anew so this too is an integral part of this ongoing discovery.

I have let go of so much during 2025, as I had also during 2024. People. Things. Creations. Projects. Places. Endings upon endings upon endings. Which intrinsically means beginnings upon beginnings upon beginnings. 

The grief of loss that was to be felt, ended with 2024 and into the first rays of 2025. This year’s letting go has been of a joyfully liberating nature. A celebration of honouring, releasing, stepping forward unburdened. Cloaked in the abundance of what has died and composted into new fertile ground, for new seeds to sprout under a new sun, watered with new expressions of unfolding possibilities.

This is how I step into 2026. Infinitely grateful. To all. To everything. Everywhere. My heart openly shining with a love so big it cannot be contained and singing a song of peaceful harmony where dark and light are not separate.

I have no idea what I will create throughout the year, other than the certainty of humanness expressed in contented trust that all is well in all of creation when the grace of Presence is allowed to radiate through every physical and non-physical pore.

In this new year, in this new life, there are no aims to achieve. Nothing to strive for. No purpose to fulfil. No mission to pursue. No specific passion other than that of life itself, with each day’s gifts to explore.

Whether you and I physically cross paths or not, we will certainly dance – in any one of the many dimensions we multiply through. So cheers to us, to existence, to infinite possibilities and to life here on Earth, particularly, as this is our chosen playground… for now. And thank you /\ So very much.

 

 

 

 

What matters today? - Happy New Year musings

 

What matters today?

 

Today, as I was leaning back, savouring my tea, I was observing how interesting it is that so many human beings I am aware of, live their lives as if tomorrow is what matters.

Let me explain.

The world over, and as a general concept – as there are many exceptions, or in other words, exceptions that I see as many because this exception is how I live and therefore my common reflection – so, the world over, life is generally lived as a pursuit. This pursuit is sometimes called a fight, sometimes called a ladder or a mountain to climb, sometimes called a search or an aim to achieve. It is a constant striving. An idea that somehow there is somewhere to get to, to arrive at.

Thus, today is just a building block for tomorrow. A passage. Something that needs to be done in order to reach something else.

Which leads me to mention dreams. That thing about “may all your dreams come true”. What is this?

Again. Let me explain.

My point of view about dreams is simple: once one has a strong feeling about creating something in their lives, for whatever purpose it may be, and follows that feeling and its indications 100%, the dream is already a reality, every step of the way of its unfolding. It really doesn’t matter what the outcome is. Because the outcome rarely is what we imagined. So, the dream doesn’t necessarily come true, if this means that it fits what was initially imagined. There are so many different openings that present themselves along the way, if we are allowing ourselves to flow with the synchronicities that come forth moment to moment, that what does or does not occur depends largely on the circumstances in each new now step and not on a supposed potential outcome.

It’s all good and well to have vision. To have creative passion. What it becomes – that is free. If we are willing to be bold enough to not want to control its trajectory and humble enough to accept that what is happening is always aligned with whatever we are vibrating into existence. Our frequency determines everything that emanates forth into our world.

So, let’s get back to the initial puzzling concept of living life as a pursuit. What happens to today then?

In all honesty, there is nothing else to live. Today is all there is. Now. Available. And this is what provides every tomorrow. If there is a tomorrow.

What I mean is: none of us know when we will die. And some are actually experiencing terminal diseases. Still, it is unknown how long they will live. And once we die – irrespective of the intrinsic knowingness that existence is endless and therefore death does not really exist for us as beings, only as physical humans – once we die, whatever we were living today is what will have mattered. The future will have in that moment been entirely erased for the deceased.

So what really matters today?

Even if you are going through the shittiest experience – what matters about it, what is there here for you to retain, choose, discard, change, embrace…?

What would you like to enjoy today: busyness, quietness, joy, harmony, excitement, serenity, passion, rush, anxiety, depression, rewinding, relaxing… Whatever it is that brings peace, love and joy to your heart.

In my own experience I have found that even when I am going through a rough patch, even in the simplest terms – could be a very turbulent flight or boat ride for instance – if I land fully in it, with no expectation of what comes next and no need to get out of it, just being present to this that I am in now, everything settles down. It’s like becoming the eye of a storm. Correction: it is literally becoming the eye of the storm. Notice that the eye does not try to cross the storm. It stays. The storm just is. Until it isn’t. And then the eye is no longer within the storm. It is all there is. All there was. All there will be when another storm forms around it.

I often remember: in what way can I honour the ones who have departed and can no longer have the privilege of experiencing life? And in what way can I also honour the ones that are ill or vacant to a point that they cannot be in life, at all?

Side note, just to say that each experience is an experience in itself, which means that being incapable of participating in life is an equally valid experience for whatever purpose best serves the one having it.

Then again, if I have the chance to live the most fulfilling life I can create for me, here, now, today, in the simplest ways, in the most seemingly “insignificant” gestures and moments that radiate so much joy, so much love, so much peaceful contentedness, gratitude and grace, why would I not be this fully? Why would I be focusing on what seems to be wrong with the world, with the people, with politics, with whatever rather than live what I know to be possible, when my heart is not tainted with fear, fight and rage?

Why would I be giving my attention, which means my creative energy, to judgement about wrong or right, instead of just living what brings balance to my system? Which in turn creates balance at a much larger scale… But without even having to focus on the effect this has – why would I forego this gift that is entirely mine to choose, to live, to receive and to offer, now, today, for the sake of a tomorrow I don’t know whether I will get to experience?

Why would I wait for the new year to make resolutions that I know are productive and would like to bring forth right away, otherwise I would not even envision them as possibilities?

Yes, there are some long-term decisions we all have to make. And once we have made them, again, what remains is still only today. Whether we for instance get to master the cello during the next year, or travel to the Fidji Islands, or create a cure for cancer – or whether we don’t, we will only ever have lived each today as it presents itself. Not one moment earlier. Not one moment later.

Say it, do it, live it, enjoy it. In honour and gratitude. Today.

This is my heartfelt new year celebration with ya’all.