Last week I dove down into the deep end of the pool. I needed to get under the water for a few days to just hear the quiet. Let the quiet resonate inside my cavernous soul. Sometimes you have to disappear to reappear renewed. A wise person told me last week, "Your strength is amazing. I never would have been able to handle things the way you are handling them." Even that moment of inspiration didn't give rise to my sleeping soul.
I basically hid away from the world staring into the mirror, staring into the reflection of my disinterest with the world outside my door. I can hear you self proclaimed "therapists" saying, you have to get out of your head. Well duh!!! This action doesn't happen easily. Once in a while I have to lay in the still water to rest and remember how GREAT life can be. The times in between these "self absorbed greif" naps will grow longer.
Sigh... art therapy here I come!!! First piece completed yesterday. More to come. ty talent for saving me from the deep end of the pool.