the other side
Good morning from Pine Mountain, Aug 5. Today the forecast is isolated thundershowers. I love it! Though Thursdays are my day of contemplation, a day of storms presents a hall pass to do whatever I want. I must say I don't see any clouds... Yesterday's soul conundrum left me in a black or white closet. Choose one outlook, and go down fighting. Choose the other and exhibit monk-like grace surrender tactics. Neither was right for me. What I found on my journey to the swamp hag was that there is a middle road. I will learn what this means only by experiencing it, and in the meantime I am determined not to be myopic. In my attempt to handle the dilemma, I realized I was disconnecting from my feelings entirely. This presented a far greater problem than my original matter at hand! Through setting an intention, praying, and toning, I created a reconnection to my body that is allowing me to be present in the unknown. This all settles very well with me. A strange clarity exists though I don't know what the outcome will look like in the end. No matter what, I will stay connected to my intention. Again with the elusiveness. I'll share when I can. Now to recover my sense of bloody humor, which takes a vacation when I recede into psychological torpor.