Thoughts Gathered from a Weekend Visit to My Old Journals
It’s all strangeness. Not knowing what now, what next.
You needed this experience to get the light out.
What yes is in you, longing to be expressed?
What if you are the only one with your eyes open? What if you are the only one with your eyes closed?
How far do you have to go out (or in) to find peace?
What are the nerves of your story? What are the things that make you feel?
Where does your life pulse and thrum in a way that reminds you that you are alive?
What is waiting to be known?
How is fear lying to you?
How is doubt rotting your sweet mangoes?
Quiet things exist in the in-between. How can you coax them into the light?
Which picture of you can you trust?
What is motivating the devils inside? How are they trying to save you?
You know those disguised cries of inner collapse? What about finally doing something about them?
Anxiety is fed by secrets. What are they?
Everything you meet you will part from. How will you say goodbye?
Prepare your day as if holy is on its way.
Tomorrow’s clouds will be tomorrow. Flower, bird, wind, moon. One day. One step.