A Way Home Again

A Way Home Again

I do not have great aspirations,

or concern myself with things that are beyond me.

Indeed I am composed and quiet

Psalm 131


TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS into another year now and even though my heart rose with annual hopes and expectation for changed routines as a result of talk of resolution, not much is different. One full cycle of the moon around the earth in these twenty-eight days and my heart remains churning along in the same rhythmic pattern as before. 

My therapist thinks I’m cheating myself. Maybe she was wary of following my meandering thoughts hypothesize on why I feel so despondent at times. “You should give yourself a break. “ In thinking of her easier-said-than-done instruction, I believe she’s got a point. A really profound one, too.

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