Friends do count.

[naturesflow]

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Originally Posted by Mr Interesting

I kinda work under the principle that everyone in the world is simply a friend I haven't met yet, another version of me in another guise just trying to make sense of it all and so they are allowed to do whatever it is they need to do simply because they have exactly the same impetus as me to be doing what they're doing.

That is it. That fits my title too. :)

This affords me a responsibility too that whatever the circumstances I have an equal part as anyone else in the realities that ensue, that we all create co-conspiratorially.

Yes. Seeing others as a source of value to my own self worth and shared interactions in this way. I value them naturally in that conscious way of relating.

And contrary to what we might think would ensue from this it all just gets remarkably lighter and easier. That weirdly where I stick my tongue out and be naughty I am not chastised or harrowed mercilessly but jocularly enjoined.

Yes lighter and easier is in this space as well..

So I don't get it but then again who needs to 'get it'.

What are you trying to get? The need presents itself even when you don't know your the need getting itself.

Gosh, where from here then?

Funny you ask. Been thinking what I might take up next. Everything is there in the offering, happy to let it unfold one day at a time. :)

[Mr Interesting]

I had a big fat rotund day yesterday which was altogether quite interesting.

And what strikes me somehow is seeing the way that the she I spent the day with has her world come to her and form about her. It's alot slower and almost measured in opulence and I quite like it. I'm fairly used to the big bang theory and almost thumbing my nose as a semi cantankerous interloper, alike an old and jaded Angel who's lost too many feathers and sits creaking and joint popping on the old but smooth rocks, and she is so fresh and willing to mould the world in her image which had a sideline offering of the way it works for her.

A mixture, as it were, of her energy and my interpretative gestures is like the seasons changing. Like Summer realising it is time to rest. Or more appropriately my slumbering winter, the sleeping bear, hearing spring in the crackle of ice breaking up and melting and rivers running soon with fresh salmon and berries aplenty upon those shores.

I am reminded I am still in the World and it goes on.