new days
bring new ways
of seeing things
and it's a blessing
cuz stuck in my yesterday
isn't the way
i wanna start the day
(canvas text)
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I have this old, ratty journal that's about to bust at the seams from having been used as a placeholder for found objects. It holds post-it notes and scratchings of favorite quotes, speeches, horoscopes, lines from treasured books, and clippings from magazines. Basically, this journal is filled with all the glorious articles that spoke to me in some way, at some point in my life. While trying to rise from a low point over the weekend, I fingered through these collected little bits of inspiration. I came across a beautiful writing that made me rethink the in-between, what Catholics call purgatory and what Tibetan Buddhists refer to as the bardo (the space between death and rebirth). I thought how metaphorically appropriate it would be to compare these states of in-between with unhappiness -- that sticky, uncomfortable, restrained kind of state when we're just waiting for the time to pass (because, as they say, time heals EVERYTHING right?). This writing made me realize that time isn't the healer, consciousness is. I hope this speaks to you as much as it had for me, ENJOY..
"There comes a time to fight your way out of purgatory. Assess what you learned, bow to your healing process, and tear off the band-aids. Burn things. This is the time to make announcements and head out into the world even if your skin is a bit tender, even if you are limping now. You bust out of the in-between when you declare that you.have.decided.to.live. No matter what. Such as you are, you are here, and you are ready for more."
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