Wipe the chalk marks from the board, wash with water and a rag if necessary. Maybe a light sanding, a touch up here and there, or perhaps a complete new paint job. Really, what is called for is a complete overhaul; the structure is weak and tired, and surface coverings won't hide the trouble underneath.
It's like this. I have lost my way, again. I have descended into the familiar place of withdrawing from the world. Amazing how painful it is, but the heart knows when it's in trouble, when it is unlikely to be seen or heard, unlikely to feel the radiance of hope and fulfilment. The self-imposed prison of limiting thoughts seems an unlikely place to seek ground, but these are habits of mind finely honed over a lifetime.
Habits not fixed traits; habits which can be released from their groove to play a different track. Awareness, mindfulness, patience and love are the tools. Yoga, meditation, good food and health are required to turn this ship around to calmer waters. I owe it not only to myself but to all around me.
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