I don’t know if this happens to you but in between my monkey mind, ruthless, wayward thoughts I find that I have moments, half seconds of sweet light. The kind of light that pierces through foggy darkness and just displays gorgeous clarity.
I spend a good amount of time chasing that gorgeous clarity.
The thing is, again I’m only speaking for myself here, my busy brain needs lots of space to operate. Like, if I had the sky to fill with my poopola anxious thoughts—it still would not be enough. It still would not be the balm that I need to keep me going in between those mysterious gorgeous spotlights of calm that come out of the heavens like special messages to me, saying, be you. So, I guess what I’m saying is (and lord knows I am aware that you are busier than the banjo player in Mumford and Sons) I would totally appreciate it if you could arrange for a couple more doozer shots of gorgeous clarity spotlights sent from the sky to guide me and comfort me in between my frequent and nagging attacks of insecurity—blessed be, amen, holy holy you may now be seated.
Bippity Boppity Boo,
Ann With All the Ideas