if we wish to grow
it, comes and blossoms, with age. Spreads across the field of our lives, rich
and colorful with a splendid scent.
I love how, if we truly want to live in
balance and stability, we learn just how much distressing focus we can endure.
What the market can bear. Before we spin out and harm ourselves with our
distress.
I love how intricate the inner perception is, giving feedback all the
time, so that if we really do our work settling our past horrors and bad news,
it all quiets down enough, the noisy festering past, a bit more healed and
soothed, so that we can actually perceive that deep wise self within, who then
sends out the flares when we've gone too far, ventured too much, and our
insides are reeling, feeling as if something old and long ago is happening now.
Learning to settle and digest the past only offers such increased ease, in this
day we have here, so that we can go focus on wrongdoing, on those who have done
terrible wrongs, on internal feelings of fear or as if everything is not ok at
all at all.
We can use the resourceful tools we determinedly learn, be they in
a remarkable 12 step meeting or mindfulness or DBT or EFT or making pies while
just focusing on our very hands. Rebuilding a carburator.
Cleaning out a
chicken coop.
So many normal everyday acts are capable of such grand healing.
P.S. This is someone's beautiful painting. I have loved it for years. I don't know whose it is. It just fills me with pleasure.
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