Forty Six = The number of posts I published last year here at The Cheek.
2 = The number of posts I’ve published this year here at The Cheek. Or, The number of readers I have left.
Give or take . . .
It’s also the title of a song by the band Tool. A song inspired by both the psychology of Carl Jung and the spiritual and evolutionary teachings of Drunvalo Melchizedek.
In the end, it’s about change . . .
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
This blog is changing. The chrysalis is cracking and I am emerging. Into what isn’t clear, but there is beauty here . . .
The story goes that there was once a man who decided to paint the inside of his house. He bought the paint, mixed it up out in the yard, and then set about carrying in the stuff he needed. Only his arms were overflowing so he couldn’t open the door. He tried and tried and eventually slipped. Paint and brushes and stirrers and rollers and lots and lots of paint – everywhere.
Looking back on 2010, I see the many times I was that man. I had so much I carried and dwelt upon in my mind and lugged around in books and backpacks and boxes and refused to set aside for the sake of opening a door. I stood still. Did nothing. Wrote nothing. Stared at the door and tried to will it open. I even kicked it a few times but, of course, no one answered.
Today I took some time to truly glance upon and consider the burden that is my own outlandish and hefty treasure chest of trash. And I took some time to set a few things inside it aside . . .
: What are you carrying around that you need to set aside?