Funny thing about feeling stuck is that if I can completely accept the fact that I’m stuck, I have a chance to see the gift (that’s a meaning of acceptance anyway).  What is the gift of being stuck.  I can’t move, I am resistant to everything, I’m pouty.

A gift is to be kind to myself when I’m acting like a piteous child.  I obviously am looking for attention, and since I’ve been programmed to be reactive to others, when others don’t show me the attention I believe I need, I’m pouty. That makes sense to this twisted, wired-backwards person.

I guess I have to get used to giving myself attention, realizing and feeling the attention from the Divine and cultivating a new spring of refreshment from that kind of love.  Perhaps I will be like a beaver, and cut down my resistance, lay it over the stream and capture all the love for myself–to live in the love.

Now that sounds like a good idea.