There’s a godless soundtrack repeating in your consciousness that generates your reality. It’s scratched. And it skips. But it’s been years since you noticed. You know its self-defeating lyrics like you know your social security number.
The enemy of enduring change is the quick and dirty fix. Slow change, decision by decision, is the only change that lasts. It’s an odyssey spanning the Pacific in a patched row boat.
The family unit is the treatment center. Relationships are the vehicle for healing. They come before the individuals, schedules, and appearances. A felt safety is the foundation for everything. To build trust, you have to be honest about your emotions.
It seems that no one is fine. Take the time to peel a few layers, and you will find true sadness. Victims of cycles, victims of life, victims of wrong, victims of right, victims of anything, and all the above, victims of hate, victims of love.
Blame is trying to steal the rest of your life. It hasn’t, still doesn’t, and will never work. The problem is not the job, the circumstances, the people, the money, or the past.
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June. There’s a crack in the sky and a light from on high. Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth. My supernatural radio. I can hear the angels singing along.
