“Chéris, pour des prunes” pours in rains today. It could have been better, but it could have been worse too. Fresh water on dry lands.
The heavy is the root of the light.
The unmoved is the source of all movement.
Thus the Master travels all day
without leaving home.
However splendid the views,
she stays serenely in herself.
Why should the lord of the country
flit about like a fool?
If you let yourself be blown to and fro,
you lose touch with your root.
If you let restlessness move you,
you lose touch with who you are.
Tao Te Ching, 26 (Stephen Mitchell’s HarperCollins version)
Try to think about something nice to do today, as a play.
When thoughts go towards (usual nightmare), bring them to where it could be nice
– to be.
It’s (very) hard to figure out what to do and similar ‘life projects’ directions with (such) a blocked pattern, it’s a lot of muck, stuck energy and stress, so do it one day at a time.
As in today it’s feasible to do this and that, putting aside the today it’s having to put up with a situation that is so closed the feeling is : dying as a prisoner.
“Today I can (easy)”… That’s kind of easy, now.
“Today I can (medium)”…
“Today I can (difficult)”… gets into the system, one day at a time.
– tender eyes in sunny breeze.
* in the frame of ableism: www.britannica.com/topic/ableism