Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I've been asking myself: What do I really believe as opposed to what I should believe or what I'm accustomed to believing? (Belief, faith, or whatever you want to call it is the provenance of the heart, not the head.)
Sound like a convoluted process? Well. It's interesting.
That is, it's interesting to me. Probably not so much to anyone who likes to visit this blog. Because really, how boring is it to read about someone else's navel gazing?
All temptations to electronically record this very foundational level thought-form restructuring will be eliminated for the next couple of days. I'm heading up to my friend's cabin on the Potomac in W. Virginia. Ahh ... a couple of days out of the buzzy energy field of DC, under the trees, with my dear friends (the man and the river). Just what the Sufi acupuncturist ordered. Oh yeah!
Life is good - I DO believe that - and I am grateful (almost always). See ya on the flip.