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Losing the Fix-It Fuss
When Monkey-Mind Exits the Embodiment
Fix it, fix it, fix — it!!! Can you hear the incessant Conga beat? Can you imagine the chain of monkeys, terriers, and life agendas rabidly chasing it?
Does this look a little like your life path?
So many of us have danced to this tune for a lifetime. Could it be time to let go? {And, for goodness sake, there are better tunes} Can we let go of the ‘wabbit’ and the ‘yeah-but’ fear callers and listen to a new beat?
So many have come into this incarnation wanting to assist. Isn’t it funny, the game of telephone that plays with us? We take on, we carry, we absorb through our empathic antennae, and we often dishonor our own luminescence in the process.
We can try so hard to help the world that we teach ourselves to embrace land mines, trip wires, face plants, and other dubious experiences, all to prove…. what, exactly?
There is no competition for your being and your divine right to be.
