What we resist persists
There are days where inspiration comes in explosions, oozing out of my skin from every single pore. There’s a bounce in my step, I’m so excited and so passionate about being alive. I want to jump, dance, sing, scream, shout, paint, write.. I want to let the whole world know how beautiful life is, how miraculous it is to be alive. There is so much I want to share and express I don’t even know how to beging getting out.. but I sit down with paint and paper or pen and paper or whatever mode of expression it is, perhaps even song, and it all comes flooding out. Like a dam has been opened, and finally it can all be expressed.
What does it mean to be human?
The beautiful intricate creatures that we are. So simple and so complex… The sum total of evolution bringing us to be who we are today. Whilst on a personal scale created through the sum total of our experience and through genetics. If we break ourselves down we can divide ourselves into our physical body, our mental body, our emotional body, and our spiritual body.
There’s much talk about the monkey mind, but what about the monkey heart? or in other words the monkey like nature of emotion.