In life, sometimes the infernal beeping of some internal alarm just refuses to reset. In some cases that gets labeled ‘trauma’ or ‘post traumatic stress’ or ‘hormones’ or… well, you get the picture. Sometimes a name isn’t enough. Sometimes giving our baggage more detail, putting a face on it to face, isn’t enough either.
Baggage gets heavy if I won’t put it down.
Each time I’ve been on the brink, I’ve stood wobbling on the edge saturated in a breath-taking fear or despair that both holds me from actually falling, and prevents me from stepping away without a clear act of will. There are choices to be made, actions to be taken, self to build, self to destroy in the process of rebuilding. Some times we get the job done without help. Sometimes we turn to books, therapy, structured reprogramming, prescription drugs, or religion; we’re primates, we’ll find another way.
Art…
…contemplating the beauty of the natural world around us…
…long walks through beautiful forests…
…a meaningful conversation with a friend over coffee…
… or a short vacation through a good book.
Personally, sometimes I find I need to ‘hit the reset button’; radically alter my approach completely, try something I hadn’t expected might have value. Every choice matters. Every small moment of illumination lights a step on the path I didn’t see ahead of me, before.
Today is a very good day to one small part of everything that matters so much. Today is a good day to change the world.
Evening Light 