Discernment, Marmalade Jelly, and a Chocolate Malt with God
CAUTION: Late-night, can't-sleep rant, inspired by a dream of friends sitting in a circle with spoons and a jar of marmalade jelly...
When you've had it up to your tit chakra with life's challenges, cursing the total abandonment of your discernment - that once was as clear as your best friend's voice in a game of "hotter/colder." It's now about as compelling as an apathetic babysitter just off her swing shift stocking shelves at Sam’s Club, muttering guidance for her version of the hotter/colder game: ‘tepid and meh’ - whilst itching to be done with you so she can get to a rave.
When you decide that you just want peace and the return of the hotter/colder discernment that you had as a child, guiding you to the certainty of 'next' – not the next of what to be when you grow up, who to marry, or what to do next weekend, tomorrow, or later today – just the comfortable, infallible knowing of what to do in the next moment.
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