I started the day with a massage. Ahh... I allow myself these now that I've learned better. After all it is the oldest form of healing. And selfish means that you don't want to share. That's never been the case. It's just that I can't share anything if I'm empty! Or caught in pain for that matter.
But then I come home and start cleaning. It's what I do when I'm not sure what to do! Somehow the act of restoring physical order always helps order me internally. But you have to pay attention. My legs have begun to throb again and I don't want to ruin the nice effects of the massage.
Every time I've moved I've gotten rid of more and more things. Really, I'm down to just two rooms now.
The real treasures are carried within. So it's odd this way we have of accumulating "things".
I'm packing up blue glass. This is the sort of thing I am attached to. That and books! Well I just got a kindle maybe that will free up some space. Because that's really what I want more of. Space between my thoughts, space between my impulses and actions- space between my breaths.
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