When Deb and I were talking about me writing on here, we were joking around about introducing the readers to my perspective. Therefore, perhaps the best way to introduce myself is to just show you how my mind works..

I have this strange fascination with seeing things from many perspectives all at once. I seem to have come to this world preloaded for the multidimensional.

When the word perspective is mentioned, I see a network. There is my perspective at the centre, sending fibrils out all over, connecting with perspectives that align with what for now I am calling “my” perspective and hitting up against one’s that carry a different vibration.

From this vantage point of “my” perspective, I see all these connections and I then have a choice: do I stay in my own, or do I go explore some of these other ones?

Do I just explore the ones that validate my own?

Or do I dare to get curious and go learn from some of the ones that don’t seem so aligned?

Me being me I will likely do both; always the yes and…

And whilst I was taught to go direction of ease first, I do not always do what I am told - oftentimes experience is the only teacher I pay heed to. And so perhaps I will wander down one of the light tunnels that seems to not quite match up with my own.

It’s strange when I hit the place they meet… it’s like electrical wiring firing off and desperately trying to ground into source, but it can’t quite make it work. And so I go closer and I sit, and I listen.

First it’s just cracks and crackling. My nerves are slightly on edge with it but nothing beyond what I can sit with.

Next, I begin to be curious about the space in and between and around the sounds. What shape is the silence? How is the limitless potential of the apparent emptiness gonna show me the way to find the connection?

And as I sit, and I watch, and I feel, and I wait, I begin to see colours that look similar working their way towards each other in amongst the mess.

And they may not fully align, but they seem to recognise something in each other. And as they work together, something new is created.

A bridge of sorts.

Not a perfect connection, but a way to be together, honouring both.

And as I watch, this happens all through until the din calms down and things find a way to be in the same space.

Not perfectly matched.

Not trying to make each other wrong.

Finding a new way.

Creating from the space.

And as I stay sat, I smile, because I have gained new perspective. It doesn’t diminish my own. It adds to it.

I have new colour.

I have bridges of connection.

I have ways to get to even more newness.

And so hello, let me welcome you to my perspective, where, at least in this moment, all is possibility for connection.

May we meet in the field beyond.