The dream seems so present and I don’t know how to wake up.
On one level, knowing it is unreal, I spend my days caught up in this shadowy world.
My heart is shrinking. I am getting smaller. Living in a little mind. Living a little life. How do I move from here?
That part of myself that beats up on myself is yelling; “So self centered!” “Just think about those who have so much less, who have nothing.” “What’s wrong with you?” “You’re so self absorbed!” “Be Grateful, selfish one!”
I am trying to be flexible. But I know that I am being manipulated; handled; praised like a little child; every time I agree to a decision I don’t want to make. Why should I try to please my handlers?
The Real Work
"It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings."
~ Wendell Berry ~
The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
~ Wendell Berry ~