One of my questions that I wrote down that I had actually asked years ago when I was new to these ideas was, "why am I not demonstrating what I'm thinking about?" I still ask this question from time to time. The woman who drew my question answered it brilliantly thus: "you're always demonstrating. You're getting what you're thinking and feeling about. Just because you're not getting what you want, doesn't mean you aren't demonstrating." Duh, and which was revealing in a stunning way to me. I hadn't actually said to myself, "look around you. What are you demonstrating?" So I mentally looked around my house, car, office, business, musical life and love life, and saw that what I'm demonstrating in spades is confusion, indecision, clutter, stuckness, and incredible complexity. Absence of flow. Stagnation.
Yikes.
When I was a kid and singing evenings at the Baptist church with friends, the (rather severe) father of one of my idols, a gorgeous older kid who has a really beautiful soul, said of him one day as he heard us complimenting his son, "his room is a mess. It reflects the messy state of Scott's mind and his unclear soul."
I was mad and shocked that a dad would say that about his son, about someone I idolized. And I didn't either believe it or want it to be true. But now, looking around my own life and my own digs, I think that it is :-)
So.
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2 comments:
Why do you keep telling my story? Yes, it is I. Messy within and without. You post urges me to get with it!
I'm guessing you've seen the movie "What the bleep do we know". Mind, body, spirit, universe. It's all one.
Purge, girl! I have thrown out so much crap and I am exponentially happier because of it.
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