Roll out your big net. Take in all the frequencies. Immerse yourself in that which warms you and that which provokes discomfort. Read and argue eloquently and talk, and have your opinions. Eat what you want to eat. Be who and what and how you are, exactly, and without shame. Drink coffee or tea, and some water mixed in. Look up, to the sky, and soak in the shapes and brightness, the texture and dimension. Steep in the endless grey, if that is all you find.
Your opinions may be right, or good, as we like to say. You may grow on, and years away, look back with fondness, laughter, and forgiveness. You have not arrived. You are still unpacking. Good is a trick, and right is a trap.
When you are full, or the rub of challenging your borders has worn a wound, rest. Roll the net back in. Close in, and down. Breathe, and integrate; cut and paste, stir. Bring out the big guns, the things that warm and soften the prickles. Find comfort where it lies, and if there is none to be found, then wait just a little past what feels unbearable, for this too shall pass, and you will wake up in your new, more expansive shape.
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