Eyes Closed #8

dec 14 - eyes closed #8I keep seeing that woman in Mountain Pose. She lifts her arms up and she’s holding a child. She smiles. There’s no anxiety in her smile, just warmth.

She looks like my mother.

I love that child – who ever it is and whose ever it is. I have oodles of love to give it.

I wonder if the Mother Mary ever had anxiety.

I wonder if I can overcome this.

I wonder if I just concentrate on that image of a mother and her infant to the point it drowns everything else out. I wonder if I can start to knock off all those things on my list.

I wonder if I can be brave without being tired.

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