Please be patient with me, because some of what I'd felt inspired to write in yesterday's post is going to show up, again, today.
My need to write, upon awakening each day, never fails to amaze me. As complex emotions pour out of the depths of my heart, I sit in awe while watching one emotion untangling from another, so that each train of thought is expressed as it's very own entity. And often times, when emotion flows freely out of my mind and onto my screen, I find myself thinking: "Gosh! I didn't know I'd felt that way ... "
Since the writing process permission allows only one train of emotional thought to pour forth, naturally, as though all on its own, I believe writing signifies a deeply personalized form of meditation for me, and here's why that's true: Upon rereading my posts, repeatedly, unrest within, always eases perceptively. And you can believe me when I say that this magical place (where my soul speaks its mind, first, to me and then, when I push publish, to you) exists within your being, too. All you need do to tap into the soulful depths of your core is to open your eyes; glance at your shoulder; open your ears and listen attentively, and by and by, you'll hear your friend and mine, Socrates, say: Know Thyself, more deeply, today, than yesterday .
And having said that, I'm about to meet with the rabbi, who never had the good fortune to know my mom, but by the time Will and I have expressed the loving nature of her heart to him, I have no doubt that this religious leader, whom we've chosen as our spiritual guide, will revere my mother as intuitively as all who'd met her had loved her, naturally.
With a heart full of love for all of you, who'd hugged me close in the Midwest, I appreciate your presence in my life with every breath I take. As for all of you in the desert, if you knew and loved my precious mother and choose to join us at Mom's service, tomorrow, please know that as each of you comes into view, my heart will grow more peaceful ... And if it proves impossible for you to be with us, please know full well that I know your heart is with me, tenderly buoying my spirit with your many strengths ...
My need to write, upon awakening each day, never fails to amaze me. As complex emotions pour out of the depths of my heart, I sit in awe while watching one emotion untangling from another, so that each train of thought is expressed as it's very own entity. And often times, when emotion flows freely out of my mind and onto my screen, I find myself thinking: "Gosh! I didn't know I'd felt that way ... "
Since the writing process permission allows only one train of emotional thought to pour forth, naturally, as though all on its own, I believe writing signifies a deeply personalized form of meditation for me, and here's why that's true: Upon rereading my posts, repeatedly, unrest within, always eases perceptively. And you can believe me when I say that this magical place (where my soul speaks its mind, first, to me and then, when I push publish, to you) exists within your being, too. All you need do to tap into the soulful depths of your core is to open your eyes; glance at your shoulder; open your ears and listen attentively, and by and by, you'll hear your friend and mine, Socrates, say: Know Thyself, more deeply, today, than yesterday .
And having said that, I'm about to meet with the rabbi, who never had the good fortune to know my mom, but by the time Will and I have expressed the loving nature of her heart to him, I have no doubt that this religious leader, whom we've chosen as our spiritual guide, will revere my mother as intuitively as all who'd met her had loved her, naturally.
With a heart full of love for all of you, who'd hugged me close in the Midwest, I appreciate your presence in my life with every breath I take. As for all of you in the desert, if you knew and loved my precious mother and choose to join us at Mom's service, tomorrow, please know that as each of you comes into view, my heart will grow more peaceful ... And if it proves impossible for you to be with us, please know full well that I know your heart is with me, tenderly buoying my spirit with your many strengths ...
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