Lately I’ve started a half dozen blog posts and quit them partway through, when I realized they were endless. Endless ramblings, endless unpacking. I appear to be in the midst of this (seemingly) endless quest to uncover what goes on in my own mind. What do I believe in? What do I believe about myself? What is happiness? Simultaneous with every thought, with every realization, with every question is a voice that criticizes. Why do you have to think so much? Why can’t you just be still? Why are you making trouble where there isn’t any? And so on.
How does one engage with a blog, when the words bring nothing but confusion?
Walk away from it. Or. Start small. Focus on something small. Ask only one fraction of a question, and allow the answers, without judgement. Allow small, partial answers. And maybe relinquish the words entirely.
Seeds Become Plants
Immersion Therapy
Beauty Requires Seeing
There is Solace, Even When We Can't See It
Bold is Fleeting
