that is love.
And between these two, my life turns. – Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
On tending to the garden of silent beauty...
February 4, 2016
I oftentimes wonder... What a mad life this is, wading upstream in the wildness of the ever starving beast that is this city... Life could be so simple... I could live by the sea...or the mountains. I could spend my days reading books in solitude listening to the hymns of tree spirits...But then I remember, as I learn lines sipping my urban almond matcha latté in between yoga classes, my hair standing on my skin because this audition isn't for some mindless throwaway nonsense, it is a script that excites me, that I can finally sink my teeth into. And when the classes are taught and the lines learnt and audition performed, I get to travel across town to see my very good friend and relish in the genius of Caryl Churchill's new piece at the Royal Court - and I know that I secretly adore this life. Here, right in the big beat of the creative heart. And when the tide of dreams and potential and soaring ambition sucks you into its vacuum and tear you apart, you get to hold your own centre and close your eyes to pause and make space. And if I don't tend to my garden of silent beauty every day, I go mad. So go on, close your eyes, rest into your being and allow your consciousness to sink deep down into that innermost cave of your heart. And breathe here. Good night 🌙