I am experiencing “allergies” again. I am allergic to my own drive. It is a foreign agitator...not natural, not a part of my innocence, a result of my wounding. How can I enjoy it so much? The doing, the pushing, the tidying and cleaning, and getting it all right? How can I be so reluctant to repose, to stop and sit in silence, to hold tight, stay still, let go and just be. Just being certainly doesn’t feel like enough, and maybe it’s not, but when I do it, when I manage it, the whole clockwork of the universe is set in motion and comes rushing to me. Effortless. I realized one day, that my trauma was the thorn in my side that kept me striving. And, now, when things get tough, I want to ‘do’; that is my instinct. But when things get tough I need more than ever to take time to just be...to be still and know, know what I’m feeling, know God, know my True Self...take time to listen, listen to my feelings, listen to Mystery, listen to my body...take time to be with, be with my feelings, be with my Source, and be with my innocence. #stillness #rest #innocence #bestillandknow