Prisons

I've always been a visual person.  Even as a very young child.  I enjoyed placement in structures. Living rooms, offices, whatever.

Recently ,I thought about how we are always rearranging furniture in the prison of our minds.  Ode to Einstein and Ram Dass.  The novice is continually adding form until they are ready to do the work required within.  Until they are ready to release their egos.  And to stop running from themselves.

For several years now, I have had a purposeful solitude.  Limiting myself to only close friends, both in time and in thought.  Focusing more on letting others be where they are.  When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.  It works better that way.

Mentoring is my calling.  Service to others.  In all of its forms.  While physical service has become more of a challenge, and my physicians remind me to be easier on my bodymind, I am slowly allowing that to happen.

This fall, I will be doing workshops again.  My services have already been requested.  They have been for years but the timing was off.  There were other things I was summoned to do.  Be.  It feels timely now.

Detachment. Release.  Now.