If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

Unfolding

I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.   Rainer Maria Rilke

Day 8…

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.

About what?

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.

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Comments on: "Unfolding" (2)

  1. Hey. it could be worse.

    HE COULD BE TALKING TO YOU IN ALL CAPS!

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