If perhaps I have counted correctly and if that is true…. Today I have written: poems, stories, truths, feelings and heartaches for 365 days. One year ago, I started on this venture seeking peace and freedom with writing. I have gone through the stages of grief, pushed and pulled my way into and out of reality. It has been tough and now in the end stages of grief, the end of anger, I sit on the front porch listening to frogs at 3:10 in the morning… I wonder if I should continue to year two of daily writing, daily posting? I wonder if I’m ready to write again about happiness and love instead of devastation and heartache? Whatever comes in the next year, I know it will be different and it will be full just like my heart is at this moment!
Everyone has that moment where it becomes too much! Tiresomeness of many rules and regulations thoughts and matter thicken with doubt, plague of external energy release and the source that was all powerful, becomes defenestrated.
It is a harsh world and the ego is no different, filled with prejudice and pride.
A place we seek to stand clear remove all fear, unable to hide. Binds and chains nothing else remains… freedom is letting go. The ego:
Edges God Out
Much Love 💜 Much Life
Very nice! Keep writing if it helps you. I’ll keep reading,