Monday, May 31, 2010

I knew it wasn't only me Still, I knew, because of my own feelings, there was something wrong with me, and I knew it wasn't only me. I knew it was everybody. It was like a bacteria or a cancer or a trance. It wasn't on the skin; it was in the soul. It showed itself in loneliness, lust, anger, jealousy, and depression. It had people screwed up bad everywhere you went--at the store, at home, at church; it was ugly and deep. Lots of singers on the radio were singing about it, and cops had jobs because of it. It was as if we were broken, I thought, as if we were never supposed to feel these sticky emotions. It was as if we were cracked, couldn't love right, couldn't feel good things for very long without screwing it all up. We were like gasoline engines running on diesel.I was just a kid so I couldn't put words to it, but every kid feels it...From a very early age our souls are taught there is a comfort, and a discomfort in the world, a good and a bad if you will, a lovely and a frightening. There seemed to me to be too much frightening, and I didn't know why it existed. ~from Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller Indeed. Our souls are taught these dark places. Or rather, our minds are conditioned to believe that these dark places are truths worthy of being attended to, deserving of investment of our time and energy. Our souls, however, never buy into this crap. They do not buy into the "truth" of dark places. They merely continue to hold vigil for other truths becoming more self-evident as time goes by and we get tired of maintaining this charade that's been handed down to us. This weekend, if...

Deb Schanilec

Connected and Committed relationship transformation strategist.

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