River of Thoughts

Here’s the pattern of thinking that grabs me and takes me down the river so fast I get lost: not…good…enough. It defines me, confines me, becomes the bones that structure my life. And I know it’s not true! Sharon’s lovely words are telling me these thoughts are not who I am. I can’t stop them from visiting but I can let then go. Hmm. Will try this: when they come–in all their manifestations–see them, name them, and let the current take them away.


May all beings be happy ♡