If I align my mind with the Spirit within me, Spirit surrounding me, they we are all on the same Path.  But when my mind demands rules to be played, it’s like hearing a football referee whistling for time out in a ping pong game.  Or a boxing ref trying to separate a tackler going for a sack.  The rules don’t match the game.

There are few, if any, rules.  But once born we have the breathing thing, gravity insists and the soft cultural insinuations learned in my mother’s arms.  Be a nice girl, you are smart (but perhaps not pretty), what a good thing it is to be a helper!, etc.  The mind, being a trainable organ, takes it’s cues for survival and does whatever it can to stay alive and well.

But being a “good girl” does not mean that I never please anyone, or avoid conflict to the point of my own pain.  Helping others is not the same as stretching myself so thin that I am sick with anxiety.  And it turns out that being a smart ass just doesn’t make me friends.

The rules of the mind are not dependable markers on the Path.  The mind gets frantic, but the spirit never.  So I just have to remember that the Way is a labyrinth–purposefully made to confuse the mind.

Today, a tired mind but spirited soul.