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singing into the eye of the storm ~ January 15, 2004 - 7:06 p.m. today is feeling somewhat painful, tender. I couldn't tell you why. since I've been in this place, my emotions have been such a roiling fire that it's nigh impossible to separate one from the next. I expect this to change when I get back into a groove with meditation. this will happen. I am so resistant. this I know. to sitting quietly with my insides and everything they open into. that vast spacious open empty everything. it tastes like fear and tightsprung caged animal kicking, that resistance. as if I will tear myself apart rather than get what I know I need. I have done this so many times. I'm aching, but it feels like a good ache. a verge-of-something ache. that which has to give, breaking apart to spring me into the next place. letting it happen, following the call, girding myself with tools and charms and sitting down to be there at the center of it. singing into the eye of the storm. that's the challenge. that's the hardest part of all.
(((rings))) |