Essence of Need

Sit in total quiet with the fall season beginning . . . air cooler, earth settling into gradual rest.  Most people have temperature alignments, acknowledged or not; artificial manipulation of outside temps affects physiological function in ways which frequently are not noticed.  Humans seem programmed at a cellular level for optimal adaptation to certain climates.  Our bodies need comfortable environments in order to thrive.

Similarly, frequent/constant necessity to suppress our own needs in order to responsibly meet those of others can morph into a deadly game when it comes to one's health and well-being.  Employing techniques including transference or projection; using lots of labels, temporary ‘fixes’ and little awareness of a real problem while it is happening; stumbling along through life, reacting to 'markers' acquired along the stony, littered, wild and wooly way, we just . . . do whatever it takes. And yet, there's a (sometimes, maybe often) subtle voice around, always, saying truth, often going unnoticed, unheard.

And so it goes.  The minute by minute, day to day propping, shoring, nurturing, aligning, upholding, trying process we must fuel ourselves to continue. But wherever we’ve landed, what we know, how it was for us, each day, along our way, determines to a great extent what we continue to do.

So, sit down and dream . . . of beauty, serenity, peace . . . of an ocean, the tides, universal natural laws.  Imagine absolute quiet, absence of urgency, drama, all that. Simply peace . . . the steady drumbeat of others' angst and flailing about forever absent from ears and mind. Drive, motivation and forward motion become severely damaged/tattered/dormant after years of frustration, need/necessities and/or crisis control. Leave everything except that which comes easily, smoothly, and be certain to welcome these with clear understanding, happy acceptance, and gratitude.  Tolerate no exceptions cloaked as guilt, blame, or demands . . . expect rightness.  That which comes around in the life space often openly assaults the senses, causing immediate, stressful launch into fabricated coping mechanisms – exhausting the soul, numbing the mind . . . generating reactions designed to exhaust and kill -- softly.