I never thought life was hectic, yet clearly it was. For years, the noise in my head, telling me to do something about this problem, drowned out any awareness of how very busy I had been. Yes, I was the noise in my head - a part of me, the best part too, had taken a back seat for too long. Expending way too much energy to maintain a façade that no longer suited me was the problem.
This past two years has been like a mopping up operation - clearing away the mess left behind. Now, all is neat, and very quiet.
If I imagine myself on the beach of my childhood, listening to the waves crashing and watching the clouds ...
... what I realize is, my quiet place surrounds me, all the time.
...and well deserved!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my dear!
DeleteIt never ceases to delight me that that place of quiet cannot be sought or experienced on demand. It is the clearing away of the ego-dross, the denials and the rest, that allows that inner, true space to be revealed. It was always there all the time.
ReplyDeleteYes, it was. That truth is surprising, and delightful.
DeleteLovely post as always, Miss H. :c) Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Cass
Thanks Miss Cassidy. Sharing this feels important. I anticipated an end to dysphoria; waking in the morning and living my days without a thought of it. I couldn't have anticipated this feeling of peace.
DeleteHugs, Halle