A room with a view

I am not a great traveler. At least not a great holiday maker. 

I love to visit with purpose but struggle to relax by a pool. 

Non judgement is impossible as the great British unwashed suddenly decide it is OK to parade around next to naked. Tattoos are everywhere and most have either distorted as the canvas to which they were applied has morphed or there is a new wave of obscure impressionism in the shady world of body art which has passed me by.  I never thought I would learn to love my myopia but it seems a blessing this week. 

To add to the surrealism of the week I have been re-reading a couple of old favourites. Zero Limits and Busting Loose from the Money Game are fantastic reminders of the illusory nature of our reality, and a timely reconnection to our power as the ultimate source of our own experience. 

Yep, I know there is no point moaning about the Brits abroad...I created them....worse still I am one. I love the Busting Loose book as it moves you right back into appreciation for all of your creation, even that tattoo that looks like a Gaudi-esque cartoon character. Wow, did I really create that?

It is easy to lose touch with our ultimate power as the grotesque nature of world events scream for our attention and the injustice and cruelty leaves us feeling impotent, but the message of both these books is that our power lies within. 

At breakfast yesterday I watched a party of people desperate to find fault. Faced with a beautiful setting, delightful service and a buffet of a scale which may explain some of the tattoo distortion, these people complained to the waiter, the tour rep, each other and even passers by. They were playing out their personal war with perfection.

I sat drinking my coffee in amazement. Not at the people, but at myself. I was creating that experience. I didn't have to watch the news to see people at war, I simply had to go to breakfast. They were mirroring a vein of disatifaction which runs deep within us all. Both books suddenly made even more sense. Its not the world that is insane its me. Zero Limits would have me Clean, Clean, Clean, and Busting Loose would send me on an egg hunt.

Whatever your chosen technique the only place we can stop the madness is within. 

I am off to the pool to appreciate some body art,

Much love

Bill