The Scrolls of Ahyeen - 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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