I don’t mean to lecture so I’ll keep this brief.
Balance in your life is what makes happiness an overarching theme. Balance is what I strive for.
Finding a balance in my life is hard, and I use many different ways to understand myself better to understand how to live a more healthy life in a holistic way. Some of those ways include a lot of old practices that have been done by many people of many cultures for a very long time; divination, journaling of a more intuitive/emotional nature, and interpreting my dreams (when I have them and when they’re relevant at least, because who wants to interpret why I went rollerblading indoors?).
I was wondering if those of you lovely people who follow me would like it if I documented the spiritualistic side of myself as well? I’d love feedback from you all, so please leave a comment and tell me what you think. That way I can give you more varied content that still sticks to the theme of the blog, self-understanding, and documentation of my life.
Thanks for contributing to making this blog better,
When it rains in Conakry, the water rises to my waist at times.
The sound of raindrops hitting overnight oceans echoes through the city,
and I am left lying awake and trying to see if I can ever understand what its like
to hear the rain and not feel at peace.
That morning I woke to the sight of mist.
It covered everything, it was within and without. The bed is warm and the room is cold, pale sunlight creeps in. When I finally rise, slowly as if I had become the mist moving quietly over the mountain, I look out my window. Seeing the solemn scene of trees and rock, hearing the depthless silence. I feel such peace here, in the stolen moments when no one and nothing imposes itself upon my attention.
The breakfast table has a clean white cloth, and the basket of bread, a teapot, a jar of apricot jam, a delicate china cup. Quaint. That’s the word that came to mind as I scraped the jam over the warm bread, my favorite jam, a part of the experience of the mountain in Dalaba that remains with me. A memory from my childhood that has faded and softened but has endured.
We walked to the courtyard, my beloved brother and I, and I saw the great tree embedded in the stone. The mist can be seen stretching out beyond the horizon from there, trees and branches are shadows within the grey sea.
It’s so lonely to look out at the expanse, so full of immense solitude.
The mist leaves me to puzzle all the riddles of my life, but is patient. Kind.
I could spend my life here and be content.
This is a memory I will keep for a lifetime, a mountain, apricot jam, and mist.