The "ands", things can be beautiful and things can be horrible. Both can be true. For myself, I have had to actually print out what I need to do for myself, and then I have to clue in to my feelings (sometimes I don't pay attention or maybe not sure I deserve?) then I go to my 'list'. And I have to be so conscience to work on it. A few things on the list involve distraction (movies, books) a few are self care (self talk, doing things I love and need like nature and cuddles and rereading the things I know are truths upstairs). The basement is a wonderful analogy..... to describe the feelings. Thank you so much for sharing, your vulnerabilities, your truths..... I love this and hope the staircase becomes visible to you soon. I can get too overwhelmed with all of it, lose my hope......it is just too much to carry sometimes...and i need to lay it down.
It seems so wrong to “like” this achingly beautiful profession of your full understanding and experience of our shared relentless loop known in Buddhism as Samsāra and characterized cyclically by anguish (dukkah). I hold this offering of your pain revealed as a sacrifice to help us all reach a higher state of consciousness. To lift us out of our basements, closets, caves, prisons, and all dark places. By shining as you are born to do, a light on it. It makes perfect sense then, dear friend, to “put a heart on it” out of deep gratitude. Always yours, in gratitude and in celebration of your life, your breath, your words.
It seems so wrong to “like” this achingly beautiful profession of your full understanding and experience of our shared relentless loop known in Buddhism as Samsāra and characterized cyclically by anguish (dukkah). I hold this offering of your ‘pain revealed’ as a sacrifice to help us all reach a higher state of consciousness. To lift us out of our basements, closets, caves, prisons and all dark places. By shining as you are born to do, a light on it. It makes perfect sense then, dear friend, to “put a heart on it” out of deep gratitude. Always yours, in gratitude and in celebration of your life, your breath, your words.
Keep doing this...it took me years to write myself out of falling into the basement. I'm still emptying myself with journaling, painting, walking....willingly visiting the basement to get it the hell emptied. What you are sharing with us is your healing process. Amazing bravery. The chosen one. God, you're strong.
Your vulnerability is refreshing. This last week I've been in a basement also. I'm part of a group that wants transparency. I'm afraid if people know who I really am, they would run away and not want to have anything to do with me.
The "ands", things can be beautiful and things can be horrible. Both can be true. For myself, I have had to actually print out what I need to do for myself, and then I have to clue in to my feelings (sometimes I don't pay attention or maybe not sure I deserve?) then I go to my 'list'. And I have to be so conscience to work on it. A few things on the list involve distraction (movies, books) a few are self care (self talk, doing things I love and need like nature and cuddles and rereading the things I know are truths upstairs). The basement is a wonderful analogy..... to describe the feelings. Thank you so much for sharing, your vulnerabilities, your truths..... I love this and hope the staircase becomes visible to you soon. I can get too overwhelmed with all of it, lose my hope......it is just too much to carry sometimes...and i need to lay it down.
It seems so wrong to “like” this achingly beautiful profession of your full understanding and experience of our shared relentless loop known in Buddhism as Samsāra and characterized cyclically by anguish (dukkah). I hold this offering of your pain revealed as a sacrifice to help us all reach a higher state of consciousness. To lift us out of our basements, closets, caves, prisons, and all dark places. By shining as you are born to do, a light on it. It makes perfect sense then, dear friend, to “put a heart on it” out of deep gratitude. Always yours, in gratitude and in celebration of your life, your breath, your words.
Yes! Beautifully worded. Thank you
It seems so wrong to “like” this achingly beautiful profession of your full understanding and experience of our shared relentless loop known in Buddhism as Samsāra and characterized cyclically by anguish (dukkah). I hold this offering of your ‘pain revealed’ as a sacrifice to help us all reach a higher state of consciousness. To lift us out of our basements, closets, caves, prisons and all dark places. By shining as you are born to do, a light on it. It makes perfect sense then, dear friend, to “put a heart on it” out of deep gratitude. Always yours, in gratitude and in celebration of your life, your breath, your words.
Keep doing this...it took me years to write myself out of falling into the basement. I'm still emptying myself with journaling, painting, walking....willingly visiting the basement to get it the hell emptied. What you are sharing with us is your healing process. Amazing bravery. The chosen one. God, you're strong.
I love you.
Your vulnerability is refreshing. This last week I've been in a basement also. I'm part of a group that wants transparency. I'm afraid if people know who I really am, they would run away and not want to have anything to do with me.