It’s not something you can pretend to do or be. It’s a practice. It’s a regimen. It’s falling, standing, dealing with emotional or spiritual invaders and the endless this-and-that of all this.
Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
Sometimes the absurdity of this place is laughable. Our ritualistic relationship to money, our spiritual enslavement to our emotions, our escapist philosophies. . .
Old programs (-isms, habits, reactions, triggers) will not always go silently. They intertwine with our routines, our beliefs, and our perceptions.
A day slips by whether we meet it consciously or let it carry us along. What we choose — or avoid — leaves a quiet imprint, even when no one else sees it.
When we look at the various stories that play out in our days, some beginning even as we open our eyes in the morning, we may not ever become entirely aware of the unconscious means with which we keep ourselves down, subservient, empty, and angry.