DO YOU KEEP TRACK? Seven/Seven
Serendipity, sensations, celebrations and an inside bonfire 1994
7/7/2024 (Thankfully much different on 7/26, la)
As the world around me, as the country around me . . . such insanity politics, I can’t stop myself from watching the media made horrors get worse and worse. I find myself retreating into my diary and finding a life there that I have lived, which thankfully I find quite fascinating and have for a long time. I’m not saying the past is better than the future. Seeing circular evidence of spiritual training in how to be who I’m exactly meant to be; asking for it, training for it, becoming it. And the future, as it does in each moment of the present, unfolds
7/26 @ 8:41 AM PST Beginning Day of the Parisian 2024 Olympics.
My mother made sure I had diaries and was protected in my diaries, because she’d had one and wasn’t. I am forever grateful. Even though my uniquely resilient psyche quite resolutely rebelled from the status quo training and leadership evolution encouraged and applauded, my behavior was often misunderstood and unappreciated. Taught to lead others, I often grimaced, knowing that what my deep insides were asking me to do and be, was not the subject matter others might dare to tread. However, getting the autodidactic Master’s in Self-Doubt and the Ph.D. in Self Confidence has taught me its all in how I address myself that either holds me back or springs me forward.
The early training and success, the heavy mantle of expectation diametrically opposed to the still quiet voice within squelched during the obedience and effort to please. I started in the blank books and notebooks in 1972.
In March of 2001, with already over 80+ filled diaries, I proceeded to address myself in word programs in obscure folders in my computer.
The early training and success, the heavy mantle of expectation diametrically opposed to the still quiet voice within squelched during the obedience and effort necessary to advance in order to please. I started my habit/addiction/self-therapy in 1972 blank book, diaries and notebooks followed .
In the sketch below, realistic except, I’ve never contemplated getting an Audi or a Volvo.
I really intended to just send out the first paragraph spoken into my dream diary recorder. Then as always, my appetite for more interrupted my desire for less.
However, this 90-minute detour can end here… It’s not that I’m so important. It’s that the inner world has been so illuminating.
Was I really a spoiled child? Not when I was a child.
Have I become a bright spirit? Indubitably.
Oh, and here is where I burned some of my diaries:
Very brave post. 👏 I think many kids have problems with their names. I did as well.
There is an encyclopedia of material (all you) in those journals that you can use to write from now. 🙏
Wow! How cool are these diaries. As a fellow avid consumer of information, I also love connecting the dots. The images really help tie it all together. Thank you for sharing Lisa!