Oh, how I’ve been meaning to post. I have so many topics to discuss: vision, violence, the power of story to shape our lives, mighty friends and lessons and moremoremore. But I’m working a bit around the clock, and after so many months of doing nothing and wondering what good I would even do or be to myself again, I don’t dare complain.
You carry within you the capacity to imagine and give shape to your world. It is a pure and blessed way of living. Train yourself to this, but also trust whatever comes. If it comes from your desire, from some inner need, accept that and hate nothing.
(Italics mine. And also Lindsey’s, too, because that’s the title of her post.)
I love this horribly confusing, challenging, lovely world. I love the luxury of writing about my psychic confusion and finding company like Lindsey and all the yous out there who take the time to stop by and say, “Yes, yes, sometimes it’s like that.”
And today this will be enough. I will clear my desk and be back to ponder and question and exult, in my own words, soon enough. xx