Not even sure where to start tonight. Sitting in a living room in Denliquin trying to make sense of it all. There’s been too many weeks in a row lately of life less than positive.
Never have I question what “it all means” so much at this juncture in life. I’ve been into the details before in previous posts so there’s no need to venture into them again. The cursor is blinking at me and waiting for more words to occupy the screen. It’s funny, there’s been an assortment of conversations in my head lately that maybe my mind is slowly becoming blank.
I want to withdraw but then that just makes everything harder. Surrounding ourselves with the beauty of life is harder than withdrawing yet it provides, with amazing clarity, that almost all our answers will be shown if we immerse ourselves in the universe that relies on us to be there for it as much as it is there for us.
There are times will want to hide from life and that’s possibly part of the “flight or fight” theory. I’ve been hiding a lot lately. Maybe it’s time I took a run along a pier similar to this one and jump like a child into the water. Let the water cleanse my soul and let the universe envelope me in it’s wonderment again.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s time I jumped…