My process of coming to has been quite awkward and gangly. I haven’t so much stumbled down a road on my way to AWAKE as hidden and retreated and fled.
Effective relationship strategies I’ve used have included gems like When In Doubt, Leave or Screw You, Enemy!
Some memorable mantras I’ve spent afternoons repeating go something like Uh-Oh Now What? or Oh No Help or At Least I Have Mint Milanos.
Sometimes my journey has included loathing people that say journey. Sometimes it’s been like being on one of those Tilt-A-Whirl carnival rides, nude, and other times it’s felt like being submerged underwater wearing an iron girdle.
Mostly though, it’s been a confusing, blaming, stretching, interesting, complaining, happy, harsh craggy maze filled with clues to keep me inching up and out and forward like I’m sending telegram flowers to myself reminding me that as long as I keep reaching there’s no chance that I’ll ever lose my way.
Ain’t Life Grand?