I do not live a contemplative life. I wonder what I would have been like as a cloistered nun, a minister, or a therapist. I didn’t arrange my life so that I could focus my time on being sane, centered and spiritually enlightened.
I have filled countless journals with my profound, serene insights, with my enlightened thoughts. I have dreamed of sharing them with the world as many of the serene, enlightened writers I admire have. Something has always stopped me though. Yes, I believe that those insights are my true inner truth, but they’re not the whole truth, not the complete truth of my life. To have people read those thoughts without balancing them with the other side of my experience would be a lie. Continue reading “The Whole Truth”
ight like as a Christmas gift, my mind tends to go to electro-
I stretch out in bed, breathing, feeling the summer sunlight and the breeze on my face. I want to stay here and rest some more. I don’t want to get up, get in the shower, and fall into the routine of the day. It feels like work and I’d rather savor this beautiful, blessed rest.