Here I am, still trying to unravel the days of my life. It seems sometimes to be a futile cause. One moment I’m ok, the next I’m a mess. Wish I has a switch to flip.. a toggle of some kind. I’d love to be able to turn it off.
Been going to UNITY the past few Sundays. Can’t make myself call it church. It’s a place of love, compassion, nonjudgment and reassuaance of your ok-ness. I find it feeds my spirit, feeds my need to find my way back home to the source that lies within me. Church was never like that for me.
Finding my way back home…humm… now there is a satement of knowing. By knowing that I have to find my way back home, that tells me I’ve been lost. Lost is a sea of emotion, floundering in the depths of uncertainty. Grasping to the side of a mountain, holding on yet losing my grip….hell… lost my grip.
It’s time to climb to the top… seek that place of respite . Find a plateau of grasses and mystical creatures. A place I create in my soul, a place of quiet connection to Source and peace. Wish we had mountains in Michigan. Peace all.
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