I have so little to say and yet so very much to say at the same time. Â It has been a day. Â Child fell off her bike, busting a cable. Â More money to toss at that. Â Then she stubbed her foot, cutting open her big toe. Â I spent last night on the couch throwing up a meal I bought prepared because I was too exhausted to cook (and my intentions of creating an angel who just brings me a home-cooked meal just because has yet to transpire). Â Trader Joe’s Spaknokita or something like that. Far too many onions. Â The food was not tainted with anything as my mate and child ate the same thing w/o consequence.
Still feeling like shit today. Â Body hurts. Â Still waiting for things “out there” to change. Â Still intending the same desires for myself. Â The nightly meditations.
While inside is a giant FUCK YOU brewing wishing to be unleashed.
I’m kind of at a loss on how to create anything worthwhile, that I desire, in this reality anymore.
I am used to the struggle. Â But never before has it been like this.
I surrender and let go. Â Then what? Â More “void”?
No thank you. Â Spent far too much of my adult life in that “void”.
I know what I desire.
And I am tired of advice that doesn’t come backed up with authentic help or the question “what can I do for you”. Â Does no one do this??? Â Unasked for advice repels me when it isn’t backed up with such a statement.
Are we gonna create a true authentic space of Unity or more of the same? More superficiality?
I opt for Unity and authenticity, myself.
For now, I am going to nurse this sore, ick-feeling body, put some more boo boo cream on my little one’s big toe. Â The song lyrics “it don’t come easy” just went through my mind. Â Not. Â Funny.
Certainly not today.