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the waking life

we spend years building up the emotional dross, fumbling through existential struggle in search of a semblance of acuity in vision and mind. or, our arrogance carries us blindly for a time, rowing with presumptions and bold declarations, pretending not to be infected with entitlement on this oft shaky, tossed-about whitewater raft.

the inner pendulum swings often, sometimes to extremes. yet, we’re taught to numb it or dumb it or otherwise compartmentalize it, through trauma, or training. slowly, with or without conscious effort, impressive stores of comebacks and knee-jerk defences collect. rationalizations and justifications and polarity set up shop and design their own epic filing system.

we think mental toughness is a real thing, while it’s construction of glass and other brittle, recycled materials goes unnoticed. eventually, the scale just can’t hold itself in limbo and the fragile structures topple.

if we’re fortunate, we’ve engaged in waking life, instead of the practiced reliance on the etheric snooze button. or, perhaps we’ve always heeded the gentle guidance of heart impulses, intuitive nudges, inherent knowing, and uncommon sense. these things serve to broaden perspective and allow an unphasing countenance to prevail: level heads, open hearts, inspired action.

no victims or martyrs, rather, elevated integrity, love infused process and preference of the natural, flowing form, rather than violence and force, control and manipulation. we are so much more…

when the duty falls upon us to heal, awaken and elevate, it’ll take time and a patience not practiced. it is the call for unbridled presence. the hardening of ideas, beliefs, hurts and harms can lived in condensed forms as aches and blocks in our bodies. we have to be easy on ourselves to come out of the calcification and unraveling. we have to be easy on ourselves to even allow the process to begin.

solvitur ambulando
love your life

© 2016 Trance Blackman

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