November 27, 2013
The more I write, the more despondent I seem to get. If I examine the dots and then connect them, I find the core beliefs which are not fighting for buoyancy. If I discard all the personal hype; the "can do," the "look at me;" the "calling" the initiating the forces of interest, of conjuring, then there really is nothing but right now. Sunny, winter day. Time passing. Breathing. Peaceful. Quiet solitude. The struggle is in the mind. Wanting something to happen that isn't happening. Let it go. You could give up. You could find someone to take over. Choices.