Hardness yields to softness…
Eventually, every time.
I try to remember this when I hit a place within myself that
is rigid, tensed against life.
Trying to blast through does not work & can cause damage
& pain.
Allowing myself to continually yield to the pull of that
which moves my soul softens those places in myself & lets the life force
flow more freely.
My job has become like a cheating husband.
The one you chose, the one you love and have invested so
much in.
But, because I love him (my job), I continue to be
lifted and carried to an impossible place by my
"grandmothers".
I think I am taken there so that I may see how that which
appears static and set - might be freed by the magic of my
imagination.
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