The pull inward seems the only place to be. I want to be home–sorting, scanning shoe boxes and more shoe-boxes of photos, piling books into banker boxes to sell–reviewing a life. This activity is interspersed with reading non-dual offerings, sitting quietly, or talking with my husband. I’ve turned down invitations to parties with people I love. My heart just isn’t in it, and I must follow the pull.
Even though the content of the many thoughts is still to make people happy (as though that were possible!), to be polite, to be socially correct, I seem more able to step off the thought-train and follow what is true for me.
Frankly, I don’t recognize myself.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012