Hello to all.
What I am experiencing this week is one of two things;
It’s either brain fog or severe sinus congestion.
Either way, things are running a tad slow upstairs.
So rather than just medicate, sit and wait it out, I thought I’d medicate, sit and read some old journals.
It’s always quite fun to see what you forgot you wrote.
I thought I’d share one or two of those writings with you this week.
It could turn into a foggy congested kind of thing or you could really enjoy it.
I’ll let you be the judge.
Here goes; from August 6, 2017.
When I Live With My Eyes Open I see …
When I live with my eyes open, I see trees. Green. Trees of every shade. I see trees with no leaves. Boney fingers reaching up into the sky, pointing out the clouds, and the birds, and the other trees. Those clouds I see can be anything I imagine them to be.
When I live with my eyes open I see people, where I was. People lost. Without a plan or a purpose, or someone to guide them. When my eyes are open I see their sadness, their emptiness, and their pain.
But with my eyes open, I can be that guide to gently show them how to be free.
It took me a while, but it was worth it, this living with my eyes open.
I am most grateful for sight, both physical and spiritual.
I felt your words and they were filled with pain, romance and liberation all wrapped in one. I like to go back to my journal and videos too. Some know that my journals and videos are to document my life to see where I was at mentally and spiritually. It helps with the future. Thanks for sharing your heart!