You can't keep what you never find
The mind is not a clock. It will manipulate and move anything around it needs to in protecting itself, yourself.
Because like everything else in life, these pieces that make up the whole are complex, simple, honest, and lying, all at the same time.
It is a practice in acceptance, a discovery of more tolerance, and a space clearing exercise that helps in these confined times.
Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.
It is an extended loss, a wealth of the unknown, and often the inability to find closure or completion to everyday tasks.
Conflict in all its forms has been in my thoughts these last few months. Brought forth not only from the ravages of a world out of tilt, but also by the inside ones that hide amongst everyday actions and thoughts.
Working on accepting the hard to accept The warm air felt almost otherworldly as I took my bike on a long overdue ride. I had to get out of the house, there was nothing wrong other than the confinement of the last few months. The clearing of the mind was almost an emergency order as... Continue Reading →