Darla Varney had to pull off the Bee Trail when the downloads started coming in:
I'm walking … er, well right now … I'm driving the Spiritual Path and The Universe is driving home the need for me to grow a heart. What a delicious theme to work with as part of my Hearts of Garbage project! Why does anyone invite the promise of pain to enter her life by saying the words: "I love you?" For the hope of better things. So as not to be alone. To conform to societal norms. The sheer excitement of rolling the dice. With so many fish to pursue, be sure to purchase lures in bulk. So much symmetry and luck! If I'm feeling trapped and restricted, as though I'm tied upside down to a tree, I must choose to be one with the discomfort so I can allow lessons to present themselves to me. Knowledge is in the ground and all around, and 3 is the number of creativity, as I've often mentioned to the people who make the Prairie View what it is. I must make a decision, just as the dragonflies above must do. So much lovely repeating and reinforcement in this reality. I really must learn how to let go, even though I'm freaked out by the numbing calmness I feel when I make the effort. Is this right? Is this the state of surrender I've been chasing all this time? Makes me think I'd rather feel like it's week two of nixing the fluoxetine.
Is it rude to look inside Darla's head as she converses with the universe? Yeah, probably. But Darla's been dreaming again (eyes shut, eyes open, hands on the wheel, the wheel turns and turns and turns) and we need to start stitching together her personal, private crazy quilt of a backstory. Pronto. Bottom line: This girl's been all over the place. Hell and back is what they say.
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