in the past this would be depression, and maybe it still is - and yet I no longer feel like an active participant to dark emotions, or perhaps better stated there no longer seems to be a separate, removed person to suffer this alone. It's not that I have disassociated myself from the gravity of depression, there's no rose tinted view to my inner weeds, in fact, and more so, I've come to find a holy place for weeds within my garden. They belong. Right now, depression is occurring through no invitation of mine - and too there is still beauty, and a kinship of people, trees, and sky. I am removed from none of this, finding myself drawn in and released, a breath without struggle in this play of life. It's all simply happening. I am too.
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Peace,
Eric
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