The gentleness of healing oneself…it’s a dance with a quick sudden forward movement then, without realizing it, a fall back into thought. I know the ever present observer, and yet my ego still pulls me back into it’s rhetoric and there I am, lost again in thought. The years spent not allowing emotional pain, all pain, to pass right on through takes its toll and the ego wins out. But all is not lost as I have glimpsed the exit. Now I must hold onto to it and remind myself daily that the part of myself who is viewing all this (the observer) is the only part that matters.
