 There is something so profoundly beautiful picking fruit from a tree or picking fruit directly from its source. It is soooo satisfying…relaxing. It’s not the same as grabbing fruit from a store. Just being in the moment and picking each fruit is pure joy…I love every moment…and it fills my heart with gratitude, happiness and a warm fuzzy feeling…
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 Αιγέων (Egeon) the male buck came right up to the cabin and started eating Arpina’s (the hummingbird) flower.He didn’t see me right there through the windows. Of course being a night lover I had no lights on. I thought “oh no, he can’t eat her flower” but I also didn’t want to disturb him but then on his own he stopped. Such a beautiful gorgeous fellow he is.
 I was laying in the cabin working on my book and this wood pecker comes along knocking on it going from place to place creating all this ruckus banging so funny. And then Arpina (Αρπίνα) came, a hummingbird that comes two, three times a day for the flowers in the pot hanging from the cabin. Maybe one day I’ll catch a photo of her…
 We are both perfection and imperfection. Our true nature is perfection. As we sway away from that into our conditioning imperfections arise. We drift up and down in waves sometimes closer to who we are and perfection, to getting caught up tumbled by the wave lost within the water taking over our direction in life. In our imperfection the struggle, the fight with the water becomes the determining force.
The ocean and waves are always there it is life….In your perfected form of being you when a wave comes, you ride with it, it is fun…relaxing…nurturing. You move together surrendering to your body, the ocean’s body…to life. If you resist in your imperfection trying to fight to control the wave well, it can be exhausting. You never get that perfect ride. Constantly diving underneath the wave viewing it as something dangerous while it rolls over you catching your breath, and then down again, or standing in resistance in front of it and getting pounded by the wave. While being imperfect the scene transforms into imperfect. Resistance… You cannot control the water, you can only surrender to it, be part of it, move along with it. Do not try to make it imperfect by being imperfect. Enjoy the ride of sometimes being imperfect and sometimes perfect. Getting caught up in the waves tumbling over and other times having a most glorious easy ride straight out into the sand with no effort, no control, simply riding…gliding along with the wave…with life. See when we get tumbled over by the wave, we seek to want to get back in the water and do it again, fighting the wave…persisting, fighting even more, seeing imperfection in its perfection, forgetting to listen to our body’s awareness of how to move along, seeking to be separate from the ocean of life. Instead of riding with it straight through, with complete ease, satisfied to have had such a beautiful, easy, effortless journey, and now to be on the sand resting grateful to be alive in this beautiful perfect body that knows exactly how to ride that wave, there to give you that perfect ride…..  If you seek perfection seek it with yourself, that is the only place you will find it. To look outside for that perfection or in the other, well you will go mad. You can only look within and find it there. The perfect relationship exists and it is you and your body, your vehicle. There can be no other, they are not you, they are their own perfect. Your perfection is the only thing you truly will ever know. Everything…everyone else is different. You are unique…you will never know what it is to be the other, to perceive as the other…or understand like the other you can only accept and surrender. Surrender to yourself and then to life and then it does not matter.
If you seek perfection in your relationship with the other you are seeking them to be like you. That can’t be, they are unique in one million different ways. Maybe it’s about seeing the perfection within ourselves, acknowledging our uniqueness so that we do not expect the other to be the same and allow them to be their own perfection. See perfection in the other…do not seek it. You have to see and be the perfection you are before you can see, the perfection of the other…the perfection of life. Then you can live in harmony with the perfection and distorted imperfection not-self of others. It does not mean you cannot have a harmonious relationship, a loving, caring correct relationship a beautiful long lasting one until you close your eyes upon the earth. It can never be perfect though, for you are two unique perfect. You can see their perfection, your perfection and the perfection of life but do not disregard that and make one perfect out of two. You can’t, let the other have the perfect relationship with their own body while you have the perfect relationship with your body. Keep them separate, they are separate, keep them separate without trying to make their body your body or yours theirs. This way you lose both perfections from two you now have zero. Such a waste… Keep your perfections, love each other’s perfections allow each perfection every existence to be its unique differentiated form, allow life to be in its perfected form…to be its self. Don’t you get it? Everyone’s perfected form is being themselves, who they truly are…do not seek to change, mold, redefine, undefine yourself. You are perfection to be found nowhere, absolutely nowhere else. Your relationship with the other can be correct but it can never be perfect. You can be perfect, the other can be perfect, life can be perfect but you can never be perfect with the other. Life could only be perfect if we were all being that perfect. That is why nature at times seems perfect, moments in nature are perfect because it is being itself it is being its perfection and we are allowed to be our perfection and it works harmoniously. Yet with the other, you could never be that perfect in their presence you can only be that when you are alone…separate. That is why from afar the other seems perfect and somehow when living with them, being around them 24/7 that perfection disappears. You are not you anymore and they are not them anymore. So it is about loving your perfections separate and enjoying your imperfections together. The imperfections of life. We can see the perfection of its differentiated force and at the same time what naturally happens in everyday life distortion in our close contact with others the imperfection because of so much time spent among the other people’s auras. No longer differentiated no longer unique. And even the perfection of that. Knowing when what is correct for you moment by moment sharing a togetherness and also separateness with the other depending on what degree of perfect separate and imperfect together is correct for you.  There is this piano set at Mount Tabor and this little girl was playing. It was so beautiful this little girl was just going off doing her thing pressing whatever keys she wanted, it was so great. Me and my friend Jonah were admiring the beautiful scene. It was so lovely and joyful. A woman came over and sat next to her and started trying to teach her the “proper” way for her to play. Trying to teach her a specific song. The whole scene changed dramatically. Me and Jonah got annoyed. Later Jonah sat down to play, a lovely scene as well. After a little bit the little girl joined him. It was BEAUTIFUL. He was playing his song and she went on her individual whatever came to her melody. The collective embracing the individual it was just beautiful. Both allowing each other to be themselves in their own worlds. Such a beautiful moment. Later Jonah invited me to sit and play something I never do, yet actually I really enjoyed it not knowing and just going with whatever came to me, it was deeply relaxing….             |
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My name is Gaia (Γαία) and I was born on the beautiful lush island of Kos, along the Aegean sea of Greece, where Hippocrates, the "father of medicine" was born. I am a writer (favorite being children's stories and fairy tales), artist, dancer, modern day Greek Mythologist, nature dweller, photographer, traveler, dreamer, and creator. I love creativity...I love all nature, especially trees. 
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