Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Self-inflicted strangulation.

January 18, 2016

 

So much of our misery (dare I say *all* of our misery?) is self-inflicted. But no one can tell us that. It's one of those ah-ha moments we have to have all on our own. And the only way to get there? 

 

Usually, a long, dark, tea-time of the soul

 

The only way out is through

 

Then? It's all clear, like a weight has fallen finally, finally. But you have to be present to get there. You have to feel all of the crud and scum swirling around; you have to keep yourself from reacting drastically, emotionally; you have to thank the experience. And then? 

 

You have to let it go. 

 

Breathe. 

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