2. I know there is, an invitation.

Content NOTE: Written by a Pisces, very much in Pisces mode

I don't mean to condemn myself (or anyone else!), but I KNOW there is more I could be doing/undoing to clear the clutter of my heart and mind--or, borrowing from the Klamuth River project I just blogged about, to undam my soul.

I accept that it's meant to be comforting and encouraging, but I reject the common phrase, "Everyone is doing the best they can."

Are you?

I'm not! (I would feel sad if this was my best.)

This doesn't make me (or anyone else) evil or bad or sinful.
Absolutely not.
It doesn't mean failure.

Those are the wrong terms altogether. It's not about good or bad, it's more like true, or real... or "be-ing".
Maybe it's more like saying, I know there's something like light waves beyond what my human brain can see,
and I could explore that or . . .  swim or simply be in it more.

And it's more like an invitation to do that.

Ever since I was a kid I knew there was magic in the world; that spirit mattered; and that the surface way we live, as we must live to survive physically, was not bad, but was incomplete.
And the incidental off-put of that surface action is like clothes-dryer lint.

"Magic" maybe sounds too airy-fairy, purple gauzey, or just fake.
But magic is real and resilient. But to thrive in our surface world, it may need protecting and nurturing. The lint trap needs cleaning.

Or, in circus terms, it's hard to practice the work without a net.

Talking to the cashier and her girlfriend last night, I was telling them about the girlettes. They asked to see photos, so I showed a couple of the Toys Recreate Paintings ones.

"These are incredible! How do you get them out? Do you ever show in galleries, or...?"

No, I explained, whenever I take the girlettes too far from the realm of play––and play is free in all ways, or it isn't play––I don't like it. And they don't like it.

So, talking about doing "more" is also the wrong wording.
It's may be about being brave to go smaller, to try easier (not harder).
Like unfocusing your eyes to see the motes in the air.

Really, it's to step outside of measurement altogether.

I may never do more/less/other than I am now doing.
"And that's okay", as they say.
I am fine. I am good! I am.

But I do know there is an it--whatever "it" is--that is real.
For me, anyway.
And I am not always with it as much as I'd like to be.

No condemnation, just acknowledging my love for an unmet longing.
Or, my longing for an unmet love.

That's all.
Be on!