I Lay with my belly on the earth

Reflections on Presence, Acknowledging Mistakes and Being Okay With It and With the Journey of Others

I lay belly on earth

With my belly

I lay on our earth

Grass, dirt

Sun on back

Bask

In the dearth

Of things to do

Let them go for now

Unglue

What is True will still be True

And what I thought was true

Might yet be new

I felt the nudge to take a brief mini walk, and while out saw one of my neighbors, the one who lives one door farther than the flag. A long time ago I lent her a book on Tesla. I felt it was important to let her know, since I had turned her on to the Tesla before Tesla cars and Space X, that the original Tesla was a horrible Eugenecist - something that I didn’t know at the time I recommended the book to her with high praise for Tesla himself. She was very understanding, “You were just focused on the good things.” And I was. I wanted to see the best in him. But even then I remember reading about his “World System” that he tried to sell to the US government and being concerned. I just discarded it or put it to one side as my bias at the time favored that it must fit in only within a benevolent intention, if not one that I could agree with based on my own internal views. I wanted to focus the ways I admired him, and the things that gave me hope, just as many want to see the good things in or about the one who is named for him. I told my neighbor I just wanted her to know she that if she talked to people about him, she could give the broader context. She was appreciative and we grooved about maybe not putting people on pedestals only to have to take them down. “Maybe we just shouldn’t put we people on pedestals for a while,” said my neighbor wisely. “How bout never,” I added, “Except for ^” - I pointed up toward Source/God, and then to my heart, “And the innocent place where divinity lives within our own hearts - and hopefully where we meet that same place in others. My neighbor, the one a door down from the flagpole said, “Namaste” and off I went after a shared moment of appreciation for the beautiful day.

I had begun my day with a song my son wrote called, “Mistaken.” It’s about learning to be okay with our own mistakes and to own them with humility and self love, as well as to trust the journey of others, even when we’re not on the same page.