I’m charging right out of the gate here to just say, “You are making up stories in your head.”
How can I make such a claim? I’m aware of the stories because I’ve made them up myself. They think I don’t know what I’m talking about. See?
Let’s be honest, most of us are storytellers.
A conversation is happening in our head most of the day. Don Miguel Ruiz explains in The Voice of Knowledge, “We have a tendency to distort everything we perceive to make it agree with what we already believe; we “fix it” to make it agree with our lies.” (more…)
The newly released Star Wars movie caught my attention weeks before its premier because of three words: The Force Awakens.
I have a thing for awakenings.
In the literal sense, my husband talks, walks, hunts, farms, and screams profanities at snakes in his sleep. While fully asleep, he’ll react as if he were totally awake. I used to shake him to awaken. Now I have to reason with him. I AM awake, he’ll tell me, when in reality he’s sawing logs. It’s fascinating. It’s like his unconscious mind has taken over and doesn’t want him to know it. (more…)
Fear and anger are flowing freely these days. This type of energy is like sludge – it immobilizes any real truth from coming forward and tends to block any real progress. This energy is draining and perpetuating. Fear and anger are default responses, which are totally normal in times of confusion.
However, what we don’t need is more fear and anger.
We need calmness. Peace. Composure. A leading beside still waters. Restoration deep in the chambers of our souls. (more…)
While driving by a prison last week, I gawked at a few men digging a new grave. Two other gravestones nearby marked newly tossed mounds of dirt.
“Hm. People die as prisoners…” I’d never really contemplated it before.
Quickly I recognized two kinds of captivity: physical and mental.
There are people who are not physically living in a prison, yet they’ll die as prisoners. Their gravestones won’t be located on the corner of the prison grounds, but they’ll be buried as a person who was held captive, nonetheless.
The mind can be a prison guard. It can run us, like automatons, if we let it. We’ll just go through the motions in life, wearing our orange jumpsuits, never really stopping to consider what the meaning truly is behind those motions. (more…)