This too, shall pass
Friends, it has been awhile. You know me by now - I unexpectedly go through these bouts of time where I have to become a hermit in order to deal with life. I just have to go with it, to survive.
I found this in one of my journal pages and thought I'd share. It was what I needed to hear to get me through this icy stormy Sunday in Toronto, alone with my thoughts. So perhaps someone out there may need to hear it too.
So much love, and know that no matter what you're going through, someone out there is going through something too so you're not alone. I'm sending you all good vibes, love, and compassion in whatever this world has thrown your way. Remember: This too, shall pass.
Fields of green cover my soul
Each drop of the sun awakens the spirit within
The sounds and the sights
The love and the pride
This ache inside burns away the past
My skin and my bones are not me.
My heart pumping blood to my cells is not me.
My pain is not me.
My dreams are not me.
Even my mind is not me.
My mind is a cultivation of all that has happened to me
But that is not me.
These words are not me.
My thoughts are not me.
All the money in the world is not me.
Even my art is not me.
I am the one that witnesses all these things.
They could not be without me -
Yet I am not them.