So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.

~Sylvia Plath

where to go from here?

inquiry for today~ live into your imagination…..

come to the life you’ve been given

Self is.

Self is body and bodily perception. Self is thought, memory, belief. Self creates. Self destroys.

Self learns, discovers, becomes. Self shapes. Self adapts. Self invents its own reasons for being.

To shape God, shape Self.

~Octvia Butler