Sometimes I feel like I'm waiting for some cosmic go-ahead, some ethereal message authorizing me to take the big leaps. And the thing is, I know no giant velvet curtain is magically going to part, no drum roll will sound, no spotlight will dramatically take the stage. So I wonder, what voice other than my own am I hoping to get permission from? Shouldn't that enough all by itself? Why am I not taking my own dreams seriously?
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Maya, Maya, Maya, your week of words caught my eye only tonight, I am sorry to say. But as always, it was perfectly timed. The urge to leave. The unending questions: how could I have believed this was true? The gentleness of love that turns us back for home. The voices screaming inside my head and heart. Chaos and order. Wanting to know how it will all turn out - and not wanting to know at the same time. Seeking permission. I wrote a long email to a friend this week on that very topic - listening to my own heart and dreams. What am I waiting for? I am awed by your perfect rendering of my imperfect thoughts and emotions this week. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Gail
Ditto "gailnhb"!
I try to listen to my inner voice, which I think of as a combination on my "voice" and His, and to go with my "gut". I have almost always found it to be a mistake to go against it.
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