Life is something we need to stop fixing.
What makes it unbearable is your mistaken belief that it can be cured.
Charlotte Joko Beck
Back on track.
The bells toll and bring me delight. I realize that can happen no matter what, because I choose this.
They toll the end of Lauds here at the Abbey of our Lady of Gethsemani where I am spending a week.
Yet I am not there. Not there where the bells toll and call to commune.
I hear the bells, they ring throughout the hills and valley, but I am not in attendance to their purpose.
It is about forgiveness. This is me, forgiving me. Forgiving for not following the rules of rhythm here. Forgiving myself for assigning this to myself, as if necessary. Forgiving myself for lemming my way to it for the first two days, thus disregarding my true purpose here, inadvertently and with the best of intentions aside, alas a distraction throw from the devil nonetheless.
I see you now.
I live my truth, regardless of the rules of expectation.
in love.
trish