Reflections on Brookside Close
It's all energy
Sitting on the bench in the ashram garden, looking over at 'Brookside Close', the patch of earth in the ashram garden we fondly named, due to three English girls camping next to each other - our little home for the last 3 months. All the tents have been dismantled for hurricane season, the people have left or are moving into rooms or tent huts for safety.
Memories flooding through me; intense emotions experienced here, all the different people who've inhabited this space and their stories, the little tent homes and communities we created.
The ashram doesnt look or feel real at night, there's a magical quality, it's easy to imagine it's all just a projection of our minds.
What an experience. So far from the 'real' world out there. Everyone busy being busy. What's it all for?
What's real? What really matters?
Escaping the matrix, it's possible.