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Go Within

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Every once in a while, my external influences tell me to go within. At first, it feels like withdrawing or giving up or some may call it ‘dropping off the face of the earth.’ It can actually be quite a relief, as permission has been granted to do and say close to nothing. Now, with a 2 year old, you certainly can’t drop all the way off. But the process gives you permission to do the very least just to keep everybody alive. Anything beyond that is out of the question.

Dr. Wayne Dyer

After the withdrawal phase, things start to feel a bit more pensive or thought provoking. You start to ask questions, deep ones, about the external influence(s) that made you go there. There is so much in the spiritual and organic world about removing toxins (animal, vegetable, and mineral) from your life. Once you realize you simply can’t remove certain toxins, you start to try and figure out what the hell to do with it, or them, or him, or her. YOU are the one who needs to figure it out. No one else. This is YOUR place. And that’s quite liberating too.  You think that if those toxins would just get their acts together, things would be so much better. Not gonna happen. But really, changing YOU is a hell of a lot less stressful. It’s an inside job.

Lao Tzu

Once the thoughts have run through your mind like a sieve and absolutely nothing is figured out, you slowly, ever so slowly, start to come out. Kind of like a turtle. Each time you think the sun might feel good on your face, you retreat once again. Nope, too soon. Maybe you decide to stay within that shell a bit longer.

Dalai Lama

No matter how long it takes you to start dealing with those exterior influences again, you have learned a great lesson. Withdrawing, pondering, thinking, being quiet, alone, still…to GO WITHIN…is extremely powerful.

Some people can’t do it. If you can do it, do it often.

And don’t you dare apologize for it.

 

 

 

Just a little poem for mama’s morning…

OMG, I’m free.

A silent house.

How can it be?

Just a little while. 

Mom gets something done,

Without the child,

Attached, then on the run.

Savor it, mama,

Drink it in.

It’s so very rare.

Almost feels like a sin!

Jeremiah Joe

Cool place. Huge. You could set up a band and a dance floor in here. Not your typical coffee shop. Six other customers are here. Two teens chatting to my left. Two women chatting across the room. I happen to know those last two just met. They shook hands on the way in. Now, via eaves dropping, I have discovered that one of the ladies knows one of the teens. They are sharing a jovial secret across the room.

The barrista recognized me from yoga yesterday. We had a lengthy discussion about the vast history of this town. Some families have been here for close to a century, including ours. There are some names you can mention that will elicit immediate recognition.

I am intrigued by the photos on the shelves across from me. They are photos of ordinary people. Various ages, colors, shapes, and sizes. There are 22 of them arranged in a pyramid on 6 shelves, with 7 at the bottom and 1 at the top. I wonder if they are customers. Or is it an photographer’s gallery? On either side, there are large white canvasses with simple black drawings. One is a well dressed man with his hat tipped over his eyes. I honestly can’t tell you what the other one is. It will need a closer look. Both are crooked and that irritates me.

Many patrons have come and go. Some quiet. Some not. I do find it amusing when a person can speak with such volume in a quiet place and either not realize how loud they are, or not care.

I like the clock on the wall.  It is actually part of the wall. It is about 4 feet high, 3 feet wide, and built into the wall. Large silver ‘buttons’ serve as the numbers. Large black arms tell the time. Cool.

It’s about time for my brother to join me, so I will finish up. There he is now. Catch you on the flip side.