Sometimes the best solution to becoming unstuck is finding the right teacher with the right words.
Words are fickle things. Their meanings can change, their arrangement is essential and their scope narrow. Books can have too many words... creates a jumble. Adds to the confusion. Overthinking. Stuck in loops. Stuck in loops.
Enter: The Teacher.
With lessons that I can finally hear. That speak to me.
A catalyst to incinerate what I thought I knew. Burn the old ruts of thought to make way for the new. No knowledge is solid, it is always fluid. Learning is an organic process.
May the rain wash away the me I am now for the me I am becoming. May I have the serenity to remind myself to let go.