“Wise folks count their blessings fools count their problems”
-Michael Franti

I’ve learned some things recently about pain. When you hurt someone, you, too, will hurt equally as much in return. Maybe directly. Maybe indirectly. Maybe totally unaffiliated. Maybe not even in this lifetime. All in due time, with each kind. Pain is very real and contagious.

So what happens when we hurt ourselves? When we knowingly ingest poison in the moment, knowing the consequences of the long run. When we stay, because it also hurts to go. When we put ourselves down and can no longer hold anyone else up. Does pain cancel itself out when it’s self inflicted?

It seems
the age is dark
for the mind and the heart
the patterns we weave
are clouded by the air we breath
and the sews we reap
don’t always grow from the seeds we seeped

My good friend Auset said it best just yesterday: It’s like we have all the tools and codes. We just have forgotten how to use then. And I don’t claim to know any right answers by any means. But I do know that the answers tend to come when the right questions are asked.

So what’s your burning question? Answer me!

Teach others by first teaching yourself. And perhaps in those teachings lies the collective power to lift the dark clouds. Drown out our teared fears in a garden of truth so that fountains of quests become ionic. Fragments of ingenuity, sewn into the fabric of our spirits.

We must be free with knowledge! Free with spirit. Free with creativity. Free from power. And poverty. And political lunacy. We must be free to count our blessings.

“Do it with intention. Not obligation” – Yogi

Namaste,
Miss Conception
http://www.themissconception.com