Making mistakes is the way humans see their spirit core.  At least that has helped me take the flowers of fantastic errors I’ve made and let them decay into rich soil for the soul.  Hopefully.  At the very least I have good criteria to aid in better choices.

But being an addict, saying “I’ll never do THAT again,” just doesn’t work.  Addicts have a powerfully hypnotic mind.  “It will work differently this time–the weather is different, it’s a new day, you understand things better now.”  But we keep doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results.  it is like the Veil of Forgetfulness drops behind us as we leave the front door.

Today, I’ll let my feelings help me.  Those unique human qualities that we try so much to brush aside.  When they whisper “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” I don’t have to understand the feeling to honor it.

And the good feelings, such as indulging in deep meditation on the smooth cheek of the Divine as She rests on my shoulder, is bliss.