The five colours blind the eye.
The five tones deafen the ear.
The five flavours dull the taste.
Racing and hunting madden the mind.
Precious things lead one astray.
Therefore the sage is guided by what he feels and not by what he sees.
He lets go of that and chooses this.
Two words resonated – five and feel.
Five senses, five fingers, five toes, five sense organs. Balance between the hands, balance between the feet… feel!
Be guided by feel.
Feel is riding a horse. Feel is sensory, intuitive, mysterious. Feel is something to open up to and allow through balance and trust.
Feel, developed for me through The Alexander Technique, yet since messing up my toe, the confidence in my abilities eroded. Time to let that go! I can balance despite!
Feel is the flow of a paint brush, the calling of a colour, an idea wanting to be born. Feel is trust, breath, life itself speaking through you. Listen for feel.
Feel is not the emotions; it’s more than feelings.
Feel is a kind of inner awakening. A knowing that comes through allowing not by chasing or hunting.
This winter, snow most days. Every day the snow is different – crystalline, icy, wet, sticky, slushy… different feels. The last two days, powdery snow for the first time. Blue skies, warmth in the sun, spring around the corner.
I rode my horse, Angus, not ridden all winter with the ground so muddy or icy, rutted and hard. Yesterday and today, perfection.
He hasn’t forgotten the feel we’ve built between us. Neither have I. We were both happy. Blissed!
And a realisation – stop putting yourself down for not being good enough! It is all enough. It’s perfect.
Let go of ego’s nonsense. Comparison feels bad. Comparison blocks feel.
Today, I commit again to feel.
After riding, I up-cycled a small book stand with chalk paint. It belonged to a dear horsy friend, Jen, who died recently of Leukaemia. I painted roses either end.
Why did I want to paint it? It just kept coming into my mind to do it. Listen to what you are being told.
This morning I know why it felt right to up-cycle it. The book stand is symbolic… keep up-cycling one’s life with balance, feel, love, trust and gratitude and most of all enjoy the ride.
A perfect circle.
Thank you Jen!