Last night, I watched yet another Trump-related news story and this morning, I woke up craving blessing the way that I crave scrambled eggs in butter or cream cheese, eaten off a spoon.
It's time for a visit to the archives.
Yes. I am sending this again. There was a mistake in the first one. I don’t mind mistakes any more but I like this one better. Also, it has a nice snow photo. So…
Sigh.
I wrote this in 2022… it feels completely fresh again today:
Last night, I watched [yet another Trump-related news story] and this morning, I woke up craving blessing the way that I crave scrambled eggs in butter or cream cheese, eaten off a spoon. I need something rich - to refill the places in my heart and soul that empty out when I witness the craven and self-serving things of which human beings are capable.
I crave blessing because when I spend too long in consensus reality I forget who I am - and what this world is. I begin to believe that the images I am seeing on television are the only possible way. I forget they are just images, pictures of any number of ways - there are an infinite number of ways - the world can be.
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From my snowy house to yours,
Happy Weekend, Dolphins.
All the love
Amy
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So beautifully expressed, craving blessing. And in a world of insanity that would have us focused on lack, we can remember how many ways there are to bless and be blessed. "Out there" -- what you call consensus reality--which I personally do not give consent to, most definitely not consensual, though I understand what you mean- is a confusing roiling sea of truth amidst waves of falsity and images.