Pasta!

In every single section of dream last night! Thin Spaghetti. That I either broke before cooking myself or broke for someone else who was cooking it. No matter what other landscape, that uncooked pasta was there.

Pour some analysis on me, darlings.

::head bowed::

"She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on... far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day."

-- Mrs. Dalloway
by Virginia Woolf

*Unspeakably* aged.

Slow and steady. So easy to feel intimidated and overwhelmed by your perceived failure to measure up to your personal aspirations. Perception of how far you have come will always come up short if you focus on the immensity of what is yet to be done in your quest. Remember that.

It does me no good to dwell on the gap between where I stand and where I would like to be. Please understand that I need to focus on what is possible today and that I can do that while still holding on to a dream of growth and expanded consciousness. It's a matter of remembering to take one step at a time, and one day you will notice, darling, that the chasm has been bridged. But the steps must be taken.

His face says touch me and die.

Everyone dies at the hands of something that is out of their control.

What horrifies us is the terror of dying when it is not yet inevitable. To murder someone takes years away from them and stops them from following a natural journey of fullfillment: watch that you are not the murderer of your own best potential.

Use what most frightens you as a lesson in self-discovery of what you do to defeat yourself.

Yes, I intend to start posting again regularly, as of today.