Cohabitation

Sharing living space with another adult is an adventure. It's and old and tried experience but at the same time it is all new because the players have changed. I am going to grow so much through this, if I let myself, if I let go, if I have faith and trust.

So much of what piques me is really a reflection of my own ego, my selfishness or my fear.

This dance of intimacy, this dance of fitting into each other: no one wants to be first at a daring step, noone wants to be the fool, the patsy, the mark. My challenge: to be the fool. To jump. To trust.

Just because he can't see God's hands all over this, doesn't mean it isn't true.

And if he thinks I am his fool, rather than God's? What of that, what is that to me if I tell my ego, "shush"?

at my peril

My intuition is screaming at me. I'm not listening. So my body is growing an ulcer to get my attention. My blood is itching, my breath is weak and I'm dizzy, so dizzy and faint.

I will attend anon, Self. Bide thyself.