"Occasionally I write with both hands, asking a question with my right hand, then answering it with my left. I don't do it often, but when I do, I am always surprised by my left hand's voice. The writing itself is like chicken scratch, but legible. The voice; soft, direct, kind."
[from a June 2, 2010 post]
This morning I woke in the dark. I rose, got my journal and tiptoed into the living room. I lit a candle. And started writing. At the end, I asked a question with my right hand...
I am so nervous these days. How can I let go or drop this?
My left hand fairly leapt at the pen.
Time will heal you.
Give yourself a giant break.
Just be in today.
That's it.
No work worries.
No health worries.
No regrets.
No unkindness to self.
Deep kindness.
Try it.
