can’t have it both ways. the mind will do its thing, the heart will wait. they’re two distinct languages, and are often at ends with each other. …
if we give in to the suffering, the energy will sweep us, as it always does, into the spiral, down and out of our presence, out of our now, out into the sea. if we recognize the cue, the trigger; the initial push toward the edge, we can immediately defuse the noise, and rise above….
why worry? because, fear. fear comes in thousands of shades of grey. it’s a numbing collection of hues that darken a sunny day, or make an overcast sky even more bleak. fear, in the colours of worry, is particularly tragic. worry defines a certain powerlessness, and a victimhood that can take root in our core…
there is a vast web of constrictions we’ve learned to live with in the Western world, and most of them are quite cleverly masked. by the time we’ve reached adulthood, many of us have all but forgotten our childhood dreams, and live in a mostly functional, yet desperately quiet existence….
as we delve into our depths, liberating the flow of our authenticity, stuff will come up. our challenge, is to transcend the usual reflexes and impulses we’ve been conditioned to implement, and instead be totally ok with it….
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