Friday, March 19, 2010

lingering piles of efficaciousness

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They're everywhere, those lingering piles of snow, dense with dirt and sand and all manner of other geological and cultural residue, huddling in the corners of parking lots and on the sidelines of streets.They've accumulated the weight of our winter comings and goings, sort of like the layers of crud we accumulate in our heads over the decades we allow certain kinds of thoughts to travel through them.

They solidify as beliefs that seem insurmountable to overcome.

That's the power that we give them over ourselves.

A blast of positive thoughts, some kind words, some excellent friendship, a walk with the dog out in the sunshine, a great movie, a really good piece of chocolate cake and a glass of milk--all of these things could begin to melt away that insurmountability, we could take a breath of blessed relief, and maybe even envision a better day ahead.

Those moments of clarity and truth-telling--"it's not true, this sludge and crud I tell myself over and over again"--and choosing them just as willfully as you do the other kind right now, are what will save you.

When they start to accumulate as densely as the negative stuff can, things will start to shift in your head, in your heart, in your experience.

Here's to starting, or fabulously contributing to, your own lingering piles of efficaciousness today.

Mar 19, 2010 7:19:30 AM

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