I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie. Rainer Maria Rilke
This feels like a really scary quote, but today I write with Lynda, the buddy I’ve written with the longest. And I want to take advantage of her support.
Because support is what I need now. This project is taking me into thoughts and feelings I did not see coming. Yesterday as I listened for a sweeter focus to my day, I realized the “editor” has had an awful lot of control over my brainstorming sessions.
Aw, get a grip. Quit your whining.
Calm down sweetie. What’s wrong?
I’m sad. And a little bit scared.
Things in my life I have no control over. The grief I continue to carry.
Like I said, get a grip. You’re just not that special.
Those are certainly things we do feel sad and scared about.
How do I get rid of these feelings?
Feelings are feelings. Sit still. Breathe. Let’s try a ten minute meditation.
That editor is not going to go away, is he?
Probably not. But maybe he doesn’t need to always talk in boldface.
- Flow From Me Like a River (itstartedwithaquote.wordpress.com)