Hello Beautiful Souls!
I am amazed I write with such authority over things to which I have no command! I am happy I seem to be putting (what my mother affirms is genetically superior) writing into practice; and more so happy that continue to write with such abandon.
I have spent the last few weeks waking up and reminding myself that "I know nothing." Observing the first few moments of every morning whispering a cerebral chant, "I give everything I see its value, I give everything its value..." Indeed, I am confused for a large portion of my day in recent weeks! I never conceived that it was not possible for my life to not be fueled by my aspirations or guided by identity.
I have seldom thought of that notion of "I" and all it has represented to me thorough the years. How much "I" used to mean and how all of "I" is nothing more than conditioning and illusion (for lack of a better word). What do I do if I dont follow the story I'm writing about myself?
The feeling that is inspired when I hear or speak words - amazing - to say the very least. Symbols that represent (symbols that separate ) become so much more when the body-mind-ego is in the 'drivers seat'. Words like: Christ, God, mother, Kaitlyn...how did I get the notion I could help elevate my brothers and sisters with so much forgiveness lacking in my heart?
I apologize for the lack of cohesion in this blog, just a thought...
Faith faith faith
Love love love
