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November 1, 2011

image by silent shots via flickr

There is a place inside of you that knows.

Try… but you really can’t blame your disorientation, your fitfulness, on not-knowing.  There’s even a place inside of you that knows that you know.

It speaks, unbidden, only once you’ve thrown both palms to the sky, begged for direction (“What is it?  What am I supposed to do?”), and decided that everything is worthless.  That’s when it flowers, calm as a raindrop, saying, “I’ve known, I know, and I am still here.”

Call it what you want: intuition, spirit, God, discernment, history.  It decides to breathe, to speak, but it is your job to attend.

What weapons do you use to stuff it down, shut it off, tamp it in, drown it out?  Why do you try?

It blooms, because that’s what it was born to do.  Fed and forged by ancient waters, it lives.

image by angee09 via flickr

[This brief post was inspired by the rediscovery of a dear old writing companion, Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones… specifically, her essay The Goody-Two-Shoes-Nature.]

Folks, just by being here, you help me to listen.  Thanks so much for showing up.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. tierd permalink
    November 1, 2011 7:11 pm

    I love this!!!

    • November 2, 2011 7:03 am

      thank you, jen. i’ll bet you are familiar with natalie goldberg…. I love her books, and was so happy when I unpacked writing down the bones, at long last! hope you are doing well.

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