I struggle with what is. Yesterday “facts” “feelings” and “words” were piling on with abandon. I wrote. I meditated. I exercised. I went to three stores just to be around others. I’ve been here many times before, but sometimes when I’m in the middle of it, it’s hard to remember.
Trust, Laura. One of my “words” for the new year. The other is courage.
I am also rereading Great House by Nicole Krauss in preparation to lead today’s discussion at book club. Several stories are tied together as one, and I read it, not so much for details, as for the bigger story. The passage in the book ” a tour of that metaphorical house, the mind” helps.
I love the book, but several members have let me know they don’t. It will be an interesting discussion.
This morning I wake ready to begin again. Yesterday’s experiences were just another tour through the “great house.”
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens. Khalil Gibran