tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332839996620973626.post-69618942336745371202007-09-02T21:49:00.001-07:002007-09-02T21:49:45.720-07:00Are making me, me and my body, me that is my body, feel strange things. Uncomfortable things, as I have not yet come to understand them, although I want to feel that they are good. And it has been going on for weeks now. And perhaps really if I were to linger in Cairns I could do this for years, although it seems that would take some kind of bravery and it would be quite a journey. How can all this come out? Why did I just not feel it before? How can it all be stored up? And can it all heal? Subtle energies, interplaying, creating an ever-changing me. A me who doesn’t really exist as me.<br /><br />And so I sit here at my computer, gazing out into the rainforest. Butterflies flutter past, the lizard is still there, birds come and go and call from the trees and the stream….I’m not sure what noise the stream makes, but it is so relaxing and reassuring, one of those babbling brook type flows. And I listen, and this just feels like a very good place to be right now when so much seems really to have been quite tough, but it all needs to come out so it can be better, richer.Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860408659873835348noreply@blogger.com