cutting corners
January 28, 2014 § 6 Comments
With a practiced unintentional disregard for the most burdensome corners of our home I carry the weight of avoidance into the space of my hope. Like a living thing simultaneously separate from and inescapably entangled by the secrets of its inhabitants, our home harbors my most private truths.
In the darkest corners I keep those things I cannot face alongside aspirations; old harms and daydreams shelved where I cannot feel the sharp corners of emotions that slumber in secret. In an act of faith in wholeness and an exercise in clarity, I have begun salvaging self from the long forgotten spaces of lost intentions. I am excusing myself of the One Days and Somedays that were forever burdened with a hollow sense of obligation; assumptions and expectations that I inherited from others’ dreams.
I am tending to the overlooked and long forgotten places of intention, facing quiet demons and noisy doubts.
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Wishing lots of strength during your journey into forgotten places of intention.
Thank you, Caitlin. I am leaning on patience and persistence as I muddle through the uncomfortable pieces.
The old proverb of about the 1,000 mile journey begins with a single step comes to mind. I applaud you in facing those corners. It is much easier to grab the remote and look for temporary distractions.
Thank you! Procrastination has created a debt against time, a costly indulgence with an urgent sense of remorse.
Sometimes, if you know how to wake the sleeping dog, the recognition can lead to a pleasant experience 🙂 …but you never know for sure, in advance.
I am rather enjoying that image!