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Backwards Thinking

January 21, 2015

The sun streamed through the kitchen window this morning, it’s warm inviting tendrils wrapping themselves around me like a lost lover. The relief I felt, the fullness of my appreciation for what I had been missing and the cavernous desire to take in as much of its energy as I could was  not dissimilar to the way I felt when my boys returned home after their first weekend camping trip, or my husband from a business trip. Continue

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  1. Kimski permalink
    January 21, 2015 7:39 pm

    There are so many of us who don’t get to understand this about ourselves until it is too late. There are also those who are afraid to follow this path. If only we could let go of that fear, who knows where our life’s needs will take us! Beautiful piece!

    • January 21, 2015 7:47 pm

      Yes, fear is a major obstacle, and one that may have to be addressed over and over, a little bit at a time. Our fear mongering society won’t let it rest which makes it even more challenging. Separating the fear that may have developed as an appropriate self-protective device in childhood, from present day re-enactments via the stories we tell ourselves is one step in the journey toward freedom from fear. Fear originates as an instinct. It’s when we no longer need it that it does us the most harm. Thank you for your comment.

  2. July 21, 2015 1:59 am

    Well, I finally got to 72 years of age and vanity is still with me. Drat! However; I notice that if I like the clothes I’m wearing, it makes a big difference to how I feel about my body’s perceived shortcomings. I’m liking this age; people make allowances…I make allowances.
    Am loving living alone, eating whatever I feel like, reading like a woman starved of books who never had time before. Now, sometimes, I feed the pets early ( feral guinea pigs) and call it a day at 4 pm. To bed with food and a book. It feels like the height of luxury to be a retiree. Permanent holiday. See an occasional client ( EFT Therapist) and my gay friend Shane comes over once a fortnight and we eat together and meditate. So as long as I like me that’s what matters most now…and I do.

    • July 21, 2015 9:22 am

      It’s a really good time of life for me as well. I love the way you describe it, “I make allowances”. Don’t you wish we could have done this when we were young? I do! Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. Come back soon!

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