Recently talking about how it is to live in the undefined region.
No definition to relationships. No definition to life situation.
No definition to work.
All undefined
Open
Changing
Referred to it as "the goo" - the place where it is all undefined. Like a chrysalis.
Like certain Grateful Dead Jams - where there would be a period of time when they weren't really playing any one song (all songs at once) and then a melody or rhythm would appear and the song would form.
Caused by a particular band member or played through them?
Sometimes hard to tell.
And, the longer I stay in the goo the better the outcome.
As if choosing, forming, deciding, creating too early stifles what is yet to come.
This can be very hard at times. I get the feeling of wanting to pick...well, anything, just to have finally made some thing form, exert some type of control.
To let that go and patiently wait for fullness.
One of the hardest things I've done.
3 comments:
...yep..thanks for that..
ahhhhhh - so that's what it's called. i've been calling it the expansion, but the goo sounds wayyyyyyyy more fun . . .
well, I can't say "that's what it's called" --
that is the symbol that appeared to me. but yeah, more fun.
and more scary at the same time.
what a rush.
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