Self-Comparison.

Some days it’s not so easy. I get caught in the crossfire of self-comparison. I can’t seem to find the endearing of my squirrely. I’m lost in the wind of oblivion. I don’t know why, but something deep inside shouts loudly “I don’t want to be me!! {{stomp! stomp! stomp!}} And I wish I were more of you or her or him or they or them!” (I know it’s ridiculous but that’s what I do.)

This is when I have to push aside and shutdown and really, really listen. It’s there in the silver-blue stream were I follow the slight bend of lavender’s footsteps. It’s there in the shift of twilight’s rhapsody where time is held gently. I step sideways and feel between the setting sun. I pause and become the horizon of a delicately stitched leaf. I let go the canary of my trapped thinking and set my knowing free. I truly become tears and one with the sea. My soul ripples with the edges and I return home to loving me.

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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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