BEing with What Is
Lately, especially when I allow myself the space and permission to relax and soften into the moment, I have noticed my anxiety as it flows through my system. It's become a constant companion running my neurological and physiological systems, wreaking havoc on emotions, creative and critical problem-solving abilities, and my health on all levels.
My ego is falling away. My amazing brainpower seems to be less "in charge" and that adds to the craziness of this moment, these times. I feel like I'm running in place or through darkness and not much is familar.
There's a desire for silence. Silence and solitude. Silence and solitude and SPACE.
After I allow myself the silence, solitude, and space, there's a stillness. A softening. The awareness that there is a web of Grace that is holding me. A sense of infinite intelligence and the Beauty of Love.
Love. The poetic and foundational fabric of our world and our lives.
And, why do I choose to be elsewhere? What is it about the compulsion to read what others are doing on LinkedIn or in their email news? Or, to find so much to be unhappy about in the news? Or, to distract myself pretending to be busy while really wasting time solving puzzles or playing a game to give my brain the "dopamine" of winning I am craving right now?
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