Holidays are drawing to a close which means packing and heading home. I always feel the sting of sadness on the journey home. I leave with the sensation of a haunting which is trying to awaken something that I have forgotten, ignored, or unconsciously found.
Life is such a curious gift. We have an infinite means of power, thought and action but we consistently fall short of fulfilling our optimum ability. We use so little of the power our body provides and live to short and stunted existence. Why be given such a gift to only ignore the privilege that it is?