Whispers of an existence without borders
Last night it smelled like the tropics. The evening was warm, the breeze carried memories of distant lands. I looked at the starry sky and for a moment, I was transported out of time and space into wild nights, ocean waves, freedom and free flow.
For a moment, I could smell the ocean on my skin, feel sand on my toes. For a moment, I was back home, back to myself, the paradise child within.
Maybe home can live within seasons, smells, colours. The violet sky of the setting sun. The deep blue of the ocean. That smell of sun on the pavement after a hot summer day. The sound of the engine roaring with a promise of open roads ahead.
I have lived so many lives in this life, and some days a memory hits me like a train out of the blue. A memory sparked by a hint of something familiar, a scent of something long forgotten.
Sometimes I wish I could go back.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll live it again.
Most of the time I am happy here, remembering, living – the depths of my own life being awoken by the life around me, brought back to the here and now.
All life merges into an endless day with endless opportunities, and I'm playing, discovering, creating in the midst of this life connected to all that has ever been.
Like today, the daytime Barcelona is entwined with sunsets, heat, exotic birds and the prayer call in a distant land, at a distant time, calling me to bed. You are here, at arm's length, despite being worlds away.
Worlds shimmer, time shifts, and all is one, here and now. Once again, life reminds me of how neither time nor space has any hold over us – us floating freely beyond both, existing in infinity, indefinitely.
Can you sense the structures shaking, life opening up to a new level? I have been waiting for you here – sometimes I feel like I have been waiting my whole life – hoping that someday soon you would remember how all is one here and now.
Sending you my love from a life beyond limits,
whispers of an existence without borders.
Ida.