Oh, Cathy. Yes, these neuro-pathways are a bunch of interesting friends, aren’t they?

I’ve been recently stumbling upon them a lot and just like you said: “shooting shit with no particular place to go”. Just that brings so much awareness to my modus operandi. But there is also a pull to keep my eye on their readiness to be unwound.

These sometimes unwelcome friends really served as my protection, helping me to deal with rejection, abandonment, supporting me to navigate through the very first heartbreak (oh, that was so hard!). They are a part of who I am being now. So, I feel, the unwinding requires compassion and the new consciousness that will replace the old crutches.

Another thing came to mind: We naturally want to go beyond the old narrative, but sometimes this willingness may be accompanied by a trepidation. What might it be? In my own exploration I found a thread of an anxiety that with the dissolution of identities and mind concepts I’ll be standing raw and naked face to face with the responsibility.

Isn't live a detective's work sometimes? It is always great to go on an exploration with you, Cathy.

M.