Journal on Sharing

Sometimes I get caught between focusing on my inner voice and wanting to express. Whenever I feel the joy of connection with myself, I start to think of ways I can share it. I would love to find a way to make that a seamless flow from my soul to the world. A perpetual cycle of inner discovery and connection with the world. There is a path there. I can feel it. It’s like looking at a spinning jump rope and trying to decide when to jump in.

My fear of disrupting the flow or not being able to maintain my harmony with it keeps me from jumping in, which means I never do. There is no perfect or perfectly timed way to begin this harmonizing. It has to be done by experience, by feel. I must share when I have something to share. If there is a pattern that emerges, a structure of some kind that makes my harmony more accessible to everyone, it will only become apparent in the middle of things. I can not think my way into this.

Journal on Sharing

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It’s obvious that when the apocalypse comes, I will be one of the weak people. I will have no spin kicks with which to defend myself. I will have only the magic of my words and my understanding to protect me. I will be meat for the beast. (Unless I can engage him in conversation.) And I am fine with that. If my death at monstrous hands becomes imminent, I hope I can meet it in a lounge chair, sipping on a gin martini.

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