I get the RIDS now and again: restless, irritable and discontent.  Part of me feels taken for granted, though I am in a stage where I rarely do anything for anyone but myself.  Selfish and lonely perhaps.  Tired of giving, and then, interestingly enough, feeling more empty.

I believe that for the circulation of good to show up in my life, I have to BE a circulation of good.  Sending little things to those few friends and family; I’m doing that.  But this little crust of crankiness around me is a barrier.

Perhaps if I honor this resistance to life, perhaps if I tell this pouty little girl that she’s right, she needs to hole up and lick some kind of wounds that are rising to the surface.  Or perhaps it is a rest time, to conserve before energy is needed.

In any case, I dive into the Divine.  I swim in Her grace, glory and comfort.  I lose myself in the womb of Her safety and peace.  I can surround that little restless part of me in the ocean of goodness that is the Truth.