There's this tendency to want to be able to explain the moments in life when things feel difficult. Difficulty seems to demand some sort of reason. Right now, I don't have one. Not one specifically, at least. It feels like many things, stacked on top of one another, creating an imbalance, waiting to fall over. And the weight of trying to hold the pieces up, trying to keep them on balance, trying to keep it all upright, is heavy.
Grandpa Ernie, here. I hear the metal gears turning, turning, turning - but without going anywhere, much less to a place of "resolution." Chech out "The Power of Now" by Tolle. But in the meantime, I deeply VALUE YOU, because you ARE an open, intelligent, beautiful sufferer. And I Care.
Grandpa Ernie, here. I hear the metal gears turning, turning, turning - but without going anywhere, much less to a place of "resolution." Chech out "The Power of Now" by Tolle. But in the meantime, I deeply VALUE YOU, because you ARE an open, intelligent, beautiful sufferer. And I Care.