Tears on My Pillow

Currently managing... and getting stronger...

Last weekend I went on a retreat with a group of friends. We went on a boat to Tanjung Tuan Negeri Sembilan to frolick in the sea. What I've realised is that I hate the rocking of the boat in open water. My friend the seaman said the correct term is "rolling & pitching", not rocking- whatever name it is, I don't like it.

What I loved though, was the wind in my face and the open water... the feeling of freedom... being alone with my thoughts... acting silly with a few crazy antics... and being in the company of wonderful beautiful people. That is my centre right there.

This new level/ height of consciousness brought about some tears again. At this stage they are tears of realisation, of acceptance, of forgiveness (I hope)... and to move forward.

Next trip is Tioman early next month. With another group of wonderful friends. Let's enjoy that and keep blossoming. Embrace my very existence and take life as it goes.