Spider Web Prevents Alignment

"It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the

beauty in the consciousness of more and more people."

Anthony Kiedis

We are all exceptional at storytelling.  Some stories are complete fabrication while others are tainted by narrow perception.  As an individual, reality is prevalent when we can grow quiet and open our minds to clarity.

It is not until we can be still, allowing truth to appear not influenced by our sense of right or wrong.  Truth appears when we can be open to embrace reality without disfiguration of thought, word, and deed.  It is necessary for us to withdraw into the inner space where there is no story.

Using the image of two branches loosely attached by a spider's web, one can perceive how our stories connect are inner self with the outer self.  Our inner self is more capable of maintaining truth as reality, than our outer self that as it bends towards the conditioning of our culture. The debris caught in the web is what keeps the two selves from aligning.  

"Voila!" Adventure Prancing

"I was like a clock that had exploded ... my springs were hanging out,

my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off."

Anthony Kiedis

As I worked with clients who struggled with hollow Sundays, I would insist they have a plan as the day approached.  It seemed that four o'clock would be the preferred time as one would have all day to look forward to it.  Preferably, it would be intention to leave the house and have an adventure with or without a friend transitioning through lonely hours.

If we were not in the midst of the virus restrictions, we could plan to see a Sunday afternoon matinee or walk the lovely trail at the Nature Center or hit the flea markets and antique malls.  Getting lost in a library has been a profitable escape or create a 'meeting of the minds' at a local coffee shop.  The list is endless, but it is necessary to have it in place prior to Sunday.   

Unfortunately, I do not listen to myself.  Saturday was a wonderful day wrapped in a beautiful array of activities; however, by Saturday evening, I noticed my emotional scales begin to slide. I was only facing empty hours that simply needed some structure; but, I felt my tears were distinguishing my flame and darkness was settling in.  Immediately, I pulled out my pre-made list of things to do on Sundays and "Voila!" Adventure was prancing before me.