When things fall apart.

Artist: Andres Kal

Artist: Andres Kal

It’s easy to slip into a former way of thinking and reacting.

Maybe it’s a sense of self-preservation and having to protect the ragged edges under reconstruction.

Some hours I feel centered, others not at all.

It’s not an easy thing to admit and it’s hard to find self-compassion. It is a steady practice though, of redefining self.

It sometimes feels like a balloon has been popped inside of a child-like papier–mâché creation, way before it was ready.

Today my scaffolding came unglued.

Construction went on strike. Meditation was loud. Music was jarring.

Sometimes my mind turns into a rapidly changing kaleidoscope; the mosaics are convoluted. I took a giant pink eraser and wiped away as much as I could to feel safe.

I don’t know any other way but to be anchored to the sea of my soul. Trusting on some slim invisible thread that the answers are there and maybe it’s okay to hibernate on a sunny day and write through the confusion.

Maybe by sharing this, I’ll give someone else a little hope — we are not alone

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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4 Responses to When things fall apart.

  1. D.B. Moone says:

    You are correct, we are not alone. We are all in this together. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Thank you for this reminder. There will be better days. 💕

    Liked by 1 person

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