I jokingly tell my old guy®️ that the way will open before us as we work our way through a thorny hawthorn patch and we always do find a way through. I’ve experienced many times when the way ahead looked like a solid wall of clouds, but with each step forward, which is the very definition of courage, the way becomes clearer. One footstep forward, no matter how timid or fearful, is all that is required.
For me I've discovered that there isn't only one path to get back out again - there are many and sometimes if one way is blocked I can find a different way back into the light. I hope you find those alternate paths too. <3
There's a friendly voice in the third one, waving, saying hi. That's the one.
You do know, however, that it is a way in and not out; into a better, more magical world. Still full of pain, yes. But here it's just a small, wet, sad eyed hairball of pain that only takes one tissue, maybe two, to clean up.
I think the "finding our way out" is the truth we often forget when we're stuck in that mire of feeling lost. thanks for the reminder.
Short and sweet and oh so poignantly to the point. Thank you, beyond words.
It's okay not to be okay, and tomorrow is another day 🌻💜✨
Well, at a “meeting” I once heard someone say:
-you shouldn’t run around inside your own mind, unattended !
On one of my rare all-nighters I wrote this in regard to one of our family trips. I felt it needed a place here.
"At this point, I resigned myself to another life adventure, and just settled in."
I could always count on 2 things.
1. The car would break down.
2. mom and dad would argue about something.
Be brave be strong be the winner of all the battles over your inner dragons
Great comment, may use that myself!
love love love
(so u don't bump into any fellow foggers)
SOUNDS AND SIGNALS FOR NAVIGATING IN THE FOG
One short blast: A single, short blast likely indicates that the vessel intends to pass you on their port — or left — side.
Two short blasts: Two short blasts made in succession mean the vessel intends to pass you on their starboard — or right — side.
I jokingly tell my old guy®️ that the way will open before us as we work our way through a thorny hawthorn patch and we always do find a way through. I’ve experienced many times when the way ahead looked like a solid wall of clouds, but with each step forward, which is the very definition of courage, the way becomes clearer. One footstep forward, no matter how timid or fearful, is all that is required.
You will find your way.
For me I've discovered that there isn't only one path to get back out again - there are many and sometimes if one way is blocked I can find a different way back into the light. I hope you find those alternate paths too. <3
Lots of different territories, winding paths, nook and crannies in that inner wilderness. You never know what you might find. ;)
Nooks and crannies.
like an english muffin.🙂
Feels good to know that I'm not alone 🥲
Patience and compassion for self. Excellent
This visual illustration of mind juggling and out of jungle is stunning. The words echo with the drawing. So like your way of expression.
Love this and I agree, I'll find my way out.
For me, I can't always think my way through. I get stuck in analysis paralysis. If I can get myself to let go, I can feel my way through it.
Always...
There's a friendly voice in the third one, waving, saying hi. That's the one.
You do know, however, that it is a way in and not out; into a better, more magical world. Still full of pain, yes. But here it's just a small, wet, sad eyed hairball of pain that only takes one tissue, maybe two, to clean up.