Planting a Garden

I’ve been away for a number of reasons and honestly to get out of my own head when home.  Don’t get me wrong home is a peacefull place with loving roommates that will put a smile on your face, warmth in the belly, and love in your heart.

When unaccompanied time is found amongst my own room the subconscious slips its weary head into making one feel everything is self’s fault even when you have been told countless times it’s not you.  I begin by doing my self the favor of not compartmentalizing, because it causes a slippery slop of not allowing one self to be consciously conscious of the emotions you are having.  The thoughts and feelings are waves crashing into the side of cliff, but that cliff being ‘self’, the gambit of flooded feeling and emotion are a part of the process.  Telling one self too let it all happen takes courage and it’s a process that needs to proceed.  Once you feel that range of emotion strung out as like a arche ways into a rainbow, it transforms you into a shaman - armed for battle with good and evil.  These forms of thoughts are calculatingly sharp and more radical then this idea of subconscious. The thoughts have neither end nor bound but you have to get to a point of telling your self, “Master your mind and don’t let your mind master you.”