chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The holiday is over - beautiful holiday. I am aware that some of my melancholy was about ego - a line in the servie said somrthing like "as long as I am atached to my own accomplishmena I am shtting out the divine."That's so had. I was raised to work hard at accomplishents - and that's OK -good to work hard. But I think I haven't completely broken the link of magical thinking though - the old belief that if I do enough things well I will keep me and mine safe. I know that's an illusion.