We’ve observed that people who stall in their personal growth work often have counterproductive soft addictions that stand in their way of growth and having the life they say they want. It can be a simple thing, such as watching TV instead of finishing a project.
As we get past our superficial material wants and instant gratification we connect to a deeper part of ourselves, as well as to others, and the universe.
Soft addictions are an alluring, seductive aspect of our culture – they are easy to attain and socially acceptable, they are even encouraged in many cases. Yet they are lethal to the spirit.
Love is a very important part of life, and you have to give in to it. But after a while it ceases to be such an important force in life, and that’s the time when you should give in to age and stop doing it, if you don’t have the impulse any more.
We are hungry for more; if we do not consciously pursue the More, we create less for ourselves and make it more difficult to experience More in life.
When we learn new behaviors and break through to higher levels of consciousness and love, we can fulfill the deeper spiritual hunger within.
When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed by the TV, I felt empty and hungry. My heart hurt… I often felt hollow or as if I were some kind of wispy ghost, barely existing.
Wisdom can see the red, the rose, the stained and sculptured curve of grey, the charcoal scars of fire, and see around that living tower of tree the hermit tatters of old bark split down and strip to end the season; and can be quiet and not look for reasons past the edge of reason.
Only after I faced the unhappiness of my first marriage did I start on the path of personal growth.
Feelings or emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are at your deepest place.
This is the blood’s wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose
Now that I know that each star has its path, each bird is finally feathered and grown in the unbroken shell, each tree in the seed, each song in the life laid down – is the night sky any less strange; should my glance less follow the flight; should the pen shake less in my hand.