We cannot summon soul to break through, can we !
It’s only recognizable after its words get carried by some
hugh emotion that was definitely not wanted in the first
There was a night last week when I struggled with my
body’s insistence on waking me up to change. It always
comes in the form of muscle pain, untouchable by pill
or panacea. Toward dawn, exhausted, I gave up.
I fell asleep, into a deep relaxation that ended my
insistence on resistance, and awoke hours later with
Without the story, I passed on my thoughts about
facing one’s ancient pain in an email that simply
burst out without plan. It might be worth repeating
to you now:
“We’re all in the same boat, this planet.
We’re paddling on all sides, sometimes can’t see
what the other is doing, the splash is so huge.
It’s OK. The ocean is deep beneath us.
the important thing is the air, the scudding clouds,
the rays of light that pierce through.
That was my apology for being out of touch.
That was what happened when I released my
need to control.
I guess. Control is not the right word, maybe
attachment is closer.
with love …