Negative thoughts are like demons who watch for every opportunity to stick a dagger in your heart. These demons have many spies and these many spies have many eyes with which to peek under your every rock, into your every crevice and closet.
This week I've been stalked by the demoneyes and I'm trying hard to shake off their penetrating stares and cackling laughter. Some time this week I sipped from the poisoned goblet and drank deep the rotten roots of my youth. Some wounds are so ancient and painful, they still sting and fester when scratched. This indiscretion allowed the darkness to billow like storm clouds in the prairie skies. So as this storm thunders around me and these demoneyes keep their vigil, I too will keep my own vigil and ride out this bad weather. I shall stay aware of my black self talk and remember well that feelings are as impermanent as clouds on a breezy day.
Happy Friday! I'm off to have some wine with friends, my antidote for mal humor.
Photography by Shehani Kay. Seen near Viaducto de Segovia in Madrid.
2 comments:
this post meant a lot to me.
thank you for so eloquently describing the demon i also often battle and offering such a great weapon...xo
:-) I am so glad. Thanks B for stopping by.
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