The Knotted Mind

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“I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.”  ~  Billy Joel

“If you find yourself drawn to an event against all logic, go. The universe is telling you something.”  ~  Gloria Steinem

Mind all knotted up this morning. Deep cold outside. I could easily bow to agoraphobia but that ain’t a good idea. I’m just ready for the holidays to be over. I’ve been thinking about what the coming year will bring, and that kind of thinking seems to be a problem more than anything else. I know in my heart that the right thing to do is to just make a move to break out of the stasis that has been my life for quite a long time now. My gut tells me to get a massage, and then my thoughts kick in and start debating where to go for a massage and how much will it cost and is that too much and this all starts to go all carousel on me and I end up with a bunch of painted ponies instead of a massage! So much for my thinking process. Which is more pinball game than process. The massage shall come by and by. Moving forward, since I am not going to get into national politics today this post is just about over. What I have been feeling is that I have long neglected my instinctual and intuitive faculties. Take the massage for example – making a simple choice, in spite of all of the options and fees available, gets the old ball rolling again. Sometimes you just have to jump in and swim. Where that will lead is not the issue at first, if ever. Tis the journey that counts, right? Right. I’ll make up my mind if I don’t hog tie it first.


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