Sometimes beauty isn't pretty. Sometimes to break through emotional resistance means being cut by the thorn. We are all in this dimensional confusion called the "self." Today it feels as if I've tearing up my insides with the cutting side of beauty. Before the bud reveals the flower, I trudge through my conflicting thoughts. Our little calico, Boots is near her end. Thirteen years and the time to decide her fate looms. I want to scream.
Feeling low, motivation has sprung a leak, focus is scattered. My brain symptoms continue to haunt me.
My wife is the bloom above the thorns. She loves me. I am loved, here is reason enough to kneel and be thankful.
In the meantime, I don't have "self" figured out enough to shake this fog today. If I had more time, and felt better, a run, a run always does a beneficial trick.
The saying HALT has revisited, and for good reason. Work on staying one step ahead of Hunger, Anger, Loneliness and Tired.
Forced to learn, nothing new.
Peace,
ken
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