It's March. The winter has been extraordinarily mild and this month unbelieveably warm. I have begun to exhale. Thank you universe! I really needed a mild winter and early spring this season.
Recently I've had the feeling that there are entirely too many words flying around; words of encouragement; words to tell you how to (fill in the blank, anything from laying bathroom tiles to getting touch with your higher self); words of warning; words of enlightenment and on and on. And here I am putting more words out there. Ha! Oh well, we communicate through words...although I'm not sure that what appears in texting can yet be considered words, but that's for another day. I get emails and realmails from Hay House, Oprah, Wayne Dyer, Sounds True, Tiny Buddha, healing centers, hopeful centers... I'm not complainging. I've signed up for (most of) them and I appreciate the inclination to help in all sorts of ways and many of the words are worthy of consideration. But I may have temporarily reached a point of saturation where I cannot take in another useful, helpful, heartfelt word or I'll explode. It would be ugly. I must take care. And maybe take a break from reading these wonderful words.
I'm the type of person who often thinks that just reading equals doing/knowing/practicing. It's a bit of twisted thinking, but there you go. I have no plans to go to the dark side (holds no appeal) but I think I just need to have a time out. Maybe pick out one site and read it once a week. Or find a way to get a tiny dose on a daily basis, sort of like spiritual/emotional vitamins. I crave balance.
