A post shared by Jessamyn (@mynameisjessamyn) on Feb 12, 2018 at 7:23am PST
Meditation word vomit: I’ve felt that I don’t deserve to acknowledge the truth of my confusion unless I plan to do something about it. That anything less than a 180 degree change is the epitome of hypocrisy. But we’re all hypocrites in one way or another. That’s the problem with existing at the crux of intersections- it makes one susceptible to conflict. But perhaps the conflict has a larger purpose? Perhaps the conflict is the point?
As an addict, I find myself in repetitive patterns of detox- unplug, spend time with those who matter, denounce the beast, etc. I find myself trying to crawl underground, slowly constructing my internal district 13. I always feel self-satisfaction during the detox but still end up here again. Yawn.
Happiness is not the only emotion. Pride is my Achilles heel. Darkness cannot exist with light. Light cannot exist without darkness.
If this doesn’t make a lick of sense, that’s cool. Stop making sense of everything, Jessamyn. Everything doesn’t have to make sense. #yoga