Too Much Inside

It’s my granddaughter Romie’s birthday today. She’s three, and a beautiful little lady, who takes her duties of care for her young sister Caya very seriously.

And she knows her own mind.

Which is a useful knowledge to have, but also a knowledge that we can somehow manage to lose.

Maybe there is just Too Much Inside of there to know, after a certain point in time. An ever increasing life time of memories and experience.

Which is perhaps why our subconscious mind pushes forward all sorts of things that we might need to address, right here and now.

We get into the habit of avoiding that knowledge though, through distractions and the next activity, because it doesn’t always make sense, or seem important, or is simply too painful or shameful to look at.

I think I’ve been doing that for years, and I’m learning to spend more time studying the library that has always been there, and has always been mine. My own mind.

What’s happening in there?

I know, it’s a scary thought.

But hey, you’re reading this blog, so kudos to you for your bravery and sense of adventure.