Submitted by Mike (not verified) on Sat, 01/22/2011 - 12:04.
I am feeling as though I am standing in the middle of an empty, wooden bowl. The life I have led, that which has defined me, lurks just over the rim, shouting out to me to come back to who I was. But I feel no energy in who I've been. But I'm terrified because I don't yet know who I really want to be and the temptation to climb back over that rim to what is familiar, although lifeless, is strong. Your words, Tama, encourage me to embrace the emptiness of the wooden bowl, for it is the perfect place for remain for awhile as I transition from the inauthentic me to the authentic me. Thank you!
Standing in the middle of an empty, wooden bowl...
I am feeling as though I am standing in the middle of an empty, wooden bowl. The life I have led, that which has defined me, lurks just over the rim, shouting out to me to come back to who I was. But I feel no energy in who I've been. But I'm terrified because I don't yet know who I really want to be and the temptation to climb back over that rim to what is familiar, although lifeless, is strong. Your words, Tama, encourage me to embrace the emptiness of the wooden bowl, for it is the perfect place for remain for awhile as I transition from the inauthentic me to the authentic me. Thank you!