I’m sporting a lovely new cold sore on my top lip. It was shocked into existence this afternoon by a few happenings:
#1 – I realised I might have made a fool of myself.
#2 – Someone I admire requested me to dive deeper into myself and then write about it.
#3 – One day in the not too distant future, I will be talking to a possibly world-wide audience about what I wrote in item #2.
I’ve been tapping all afternoon to stop the cold sore going ballistic. It’s working, thankfully. The self inquiry woven into the tapping eventually brought me to one pattern in particular, which I have never before been able to vocalise.
Context: tapping – EFT – Emotional Freedom Techniques (one of the therapies I used with clients of my healing practise).
The reason I struggle with untangling this pattern is, it is a paradox. I worry I won’t get what I deserve; but, I worry I won’t deserve what I get. At least, I can see the circle, now. Time to tilt it on it’s axis and spin that sucker into a spiral, then jump on for the ride and trust there is no knobbly banister-type stopper at the end of the slide, waiting to goose me.
My life is a series of magical moments. I write magical realism, because it is the way I see the world. Connections and threads, and sometimes, a bannister too shiny and inviting not to straddle.