Too Good to Be True

What would be too good to be true?

-- close your eyes

-- take a deep breath

-- ask yourself the question above and wait for the answer to arise inside you

-- type the first words / images / feelings you receive in the comments

-- MY ANSWER -- (My answer gets to be longer than yours on OF...write your full answer in your journal. Share a snippet with me/us.)

I used to ask myself this question almost everyday to guide my mindset out of it's habitual thinking...ie to think outside the box, to think bigger, to feel what I REALLY wanted when limits were removed.

For years my answer was something like "It would be too good to be true if I woke up in the morning and got to produce music all day and make a living doing it so I could focus and not worry about money or other distracting tasks."

I had a vision for being a clear channel for music to flow through me. I wanted to practice yoga outside in the warm breeze in the shade of a tree on a sunny day, to be fully embodied and moving in pleasure.

To meditate and see clearly the words to write on the page which would evolve into lyrics and to feel the dancing vibrations through my body, singing out of my uninhibited throat to shimmer in the air. Singing like a bird for pleasure and expression. Sharing my voice with others effortless, joyfully, meaningfully, intimately.

I saw myself sipping on coffee in the treehouse in a jungle, on my laptop, producing playful, mischievous spiritual sounds that I could upload and release for the whole world to hear and dance to. Soak in my songs!

It would be too good to be true to wake up in the morning as an artist, alive and blossoming with confidence and playful childlike spirit, contagious and free. It would be too good to be true if the world wanted my songs as much as I loved creating them.

It would be too good to be true to wake up and walk out the door on straight onto the beach, into the ocean, warm and awake with sensation, naked and comfortable. It would be too good to be true that I would love to dance for the world, delight bubbling over from my core, unrestrained, tension released, smooth in the softest rhythms.

Whatever I was envisioning and hoping for, it all comes down to pleasure and presence. Presence is my greatest gift. Pleasure is medicine. Music is medicine. Yoga is essential. Meditation is essential. Breathing is essential. Writing is a tool. Music is a tool. Painting is a tool. Dancing is a tool. Tools of expression. I've used them to express and explore pain and wonder.

I dreamed of a life too good to be true. That thinking helped me step into living a truly good life.

Love,

Cha