Hall of Mirrors
New You, New View...
So many philosophers speak of the illusory nature of our experience of reality….
Plato’s cave, the Vedas’ maya, the Wachowskis’ Matrix…
Like an infinitely expanding opening of Russian nesting dolls, each layer of mind-growth and paradigm-shedding leading to a new plateau, from which to see more clearly the whole of what we are…
before the journey through, to the next reveal.
[cue celestial choir, “Ahhhhh!!!!” 🤣]
After many revolutions of the churning wheel of human life, the vantage points finally allowing more of the spiral to be seen in entirety: moving into disintegration - doubt, confusion, churning chaos, despair - through the epic battles of self-discovery and recreation, into integration and relative peace…until the next drop of the rollercoaster.
This random Tuesday, I’m treating myself to the simple spot where the vista affords a sip of water, a resting breath or two, and a quiet smile.
We’ve come a long way, baby ;)
So with my first cup of coffee today, feeling the spark of intention to just share from the archive…time-conscious, I thought maybe a re-post would get me back into the cockpit with a simple action demonstrating “I’m back to the stack”.
And as I settled into my studio, fingers clacking the mystery of translating our worlds, my lovely soul-baiting Sunday Rabbit Whole captivated me again…huge smile now…where we go from here? Dunno…wait! There is is!! Oooh!!!
This one was so good! Finished before Sunday? Whaaaa?! Never happens! Scheduled send in 5 days…YES!
Oh yeah, it’s Tuesday and I was supposed to be posting…it’s 2P? no problem….
Often I remark that my writing process, posting process, is hilariously unscripted.
New Substack growth includes popping Notes with “How to grow paid subscribers” and “Best tips for consistent writing”, so it’s not from a lack of well-meaning advice or formal education I think. More of a groove that feels like Snoopy and Woodstock dancing to Schroeder banging away at “Linus and Lucy”, every time I fall into the flow of creating in this space which has become sacred in a way I never imagined when I joined Substack in May of 2022.
THIS calls me.
And tbh, YOU call me.
You that have messaged, commented, connected with me in digital-land, you who I feel a bond of relationship, you who I have never seen irl…yes, when I do this thing I do, I feel you. Mostly laughing at my stupid jokes, and cringing at the too-intimate confessional life stories.
That, my friends, may be the mind-justification for this journey into the mist, led by goosebumps and chuckles, to startling revelations that satisfy me immensely.
I realize the above is the re-post, the work today designed to journey down the Sunday Rabbit Whole to lengths that test email servers’ capacity for content length, and a short-sweet Tuesday post is just what the doctor ordered ;)
Plus…the next most exciting thing for me is getting the studio back online to record, so adios, amigas y amigos!
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