|Look I'm making progress!|
|Getting even more empty. But a long ways to go!|
Isn't that what we all do in various ways? Sweep the clutter that is afoot and hide away, out of sight. But it's still there, deep in subconscious 'attic.' Growing more ponderous every day. It is where we store our old grudges, and toxic relationships, and bad habits, hoping someday that they may helps us in some way. We know they are ugly, and bulky, but we can't seem to let them go, just yet.We are afraid that if we do let them go, we won't have anything to fill the empty space. We heap our fears in piles, like old clothes that we will some day get out and wear. We stack papers of past mistakes in disorderly rows, and line our bookshelves in stories of past woes. Such things haunt us, and weighs our house down, and bends the strong beams of our frames, causing a strain on our backs. We store our old resentments like piles of old shoes, whose 'soles' have long worn out, but we think if we keep them, and try them on again and again, and we will somehow move forward. But instead of moving us forward, they keep us stuck---they are unbending, brittle, stiff, and ugly on our feet.
This past year has been beautiful. And something beautiful right now has just just happened. A storm has come, and the clouds have lit up a bright golden amber hue. And a double rainbow has just appeared. The washing of the world is made clean, and moist and beautiful by the cleansing storm.
May the storms that may come, and the rain, and tears you shed this year be marked with the golden clouds, and laced with rainbows just as the brilliant one I have just witnessed.