The subconscious or unconscious level can be brutally honest, and humorous, too! This exercise has two different but related pieces:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She seemed to be having a fruitful conversation with herself She was always \"special\" in the wink-wink way Her demeanor politely described as other-worldly Always longing for some reconciliation But she was totally missing the significant in front of her<\/em> <\/pre>\n\n\n\n
There, in the universe of saints Perfumed and fragrant as apple blossoms Colors blazing like the orange in a sunrise Sumptuous bounty beyond measure Fantastic beyond imagination<\/em><\/pre>\n\n\n\n
The first part is about me (my family, especially my blessed mom, would get a chuckle out of it). When I was a young girl, I was practically consumed by this need to know, something, to make sense of life, existence. A for instance, I had a tree I would climb and sit in, reading my dad’s metaphysics textbook, or frustrating myself to the point of tears trying to “know” concepts such as infinite regression, intellectually. Yeah, I was (am) that <\/em>kid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The “missing the significant in front of her” took me a while to digest. With “seasoning” (age), I’m learning the truth — it’s not happening “to” me, it’s all happening “for” me. All the lessons are there, right in front of me, like a patient teacher — this keeps coming up in your experience, why don’t you think about why that might be, wouldn’t a different choice be better? No? Sigh, all right, let’s try again. (Needless to say, I have not been a quick study!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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