CATEGORY: DARE BRAIN DATE: FEBRUARY 3, 2017
With a steaming mug of hot Irish tea in my cogitative corner, it is understanding I seek.
Shadows to see or not to see; with love light there are no shadows.
Of course y’all know this.
Five years ago, after my disastrously painful heart episode, I came home on Groundhog Day and my shadow was definitely all ado (Clan of Hearts p.63). I never again want to repeat that episode in my life…ever!
Before my heart episode I was already a life-long intentional exerciser of my mind/brain, body and spirit, was devoted to increasing my understanding and had a belief it was healthy to forgive, be thankful and give love daily.
As can be the case with good intentions, there were days I woefully fell short, more days than I care to count.
Those days where disappointment, discouragement, uncertainty, frustration, impatience, irritations and judgements (need I go on?) got the best of me, seemed like the ego default of negative emotions had been preselected, and I certainly don’t remember doing it because I don’t like feeling crappy, though there’s been times that judgement seemingly felt virtuous, on the whole I can’t believe dark emotions are love in any form, geez, is this a human condition or what?
My human mind/brain is like a computer that records and plays back, and the ego default of negative emotions acts like it’s in charge of my life, again and again and again. There must be a programmer or user that can override and reset the dang thing.
Corny though this sounds, if I act like I am the user of my mind/brain, reset the default to the light of love, then the solution to war? LOVE. The correct response to being told women over 40 shouldn’t wear long hair? !*#*? Nope, …LOVE.
I’ve still got a shadow? Is that hot pink I see?
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