I am a man who perversely shackles himself to things, so as to enjoy the facade of being an escape artist, riding the high of false freedom just before binding myself to another thing.

Addiction, attachment, obsession, these fixations have served to give form to my soul. Being trapped provides the opportunity to repeat the dramatic cycle of planning then executing my escape. A freedom from a situation I have wittingly and willingly constructed with my own hands.

But of course this is not until I have milked the ‘dilemma’ of all it’s suffering, squeezing out every drop of anguish from my self-constructed plight.

This suffering and anguish is the fuel and flesh of my soul.

‘I’ am fashioned from a feeling of desperation and hopelessness. ‘I’ am a pattern of habit, a swirling sense of wrongness and not-enoughness. ‘I’ am a bundle of craving; craving enslavement, which leads to drama, which leads to escape.

I am bound to the cycle of being bound then unbound.

I wallow in the shallow ditch that holds the mind weeds of jealousy, the angry little beetle bugs, the discarded bags of emotional garbage, and the dirty water of yesterday’s betrayals.

I call this home. This place of discontent and misery I despise, yet it is familiar, therefor I return to it again and again as the source and ground of my identity.

‘I’ am a tired and tiring habit at best. Stale and rotting, like last weeks food.

Like a pair of worn out gloves, covered in dirt, filthy and foul. They seem to protect and repel exposure to the cold harsh winter weathers of life.

Painfully, they also indiscriminately protect and repel the warm summer sunlight of love’s attention; spring’s cool cleansing rains of compassion; and the tenderness of autumn breezes that remind us that  something familiar, yet also new, is on it’s way once again.

The paradoxical parody here is this; to resist the ditch by struggling to clamber out of it, or to resist the gloves by loathing their existence, is to engage in the same game I have been attempting to elucidate through these words before you.

I create more of the same.

This is the realm of habitual patterns of conditioned reactions to what Life presents, in an attempt to find comfort. Seeking comfort in discomfort.

This is to struggle with karma, the hand I have been dealt by Life. Struggling with karma only leads to …yes…more karma. To battle drama is very dramatic. To resist pain is painful.

To avoid fear is an act of fear.

So, what to do?

Information about The Next Step Life Path Coaching is here

Relax and be with ‘what is’ as the stuff of life, noticing the inherent simplicity and non-drama that lay beneath the complexity and drama of the stuff of life. There will always be stuff of life, and resistance is futile, only adding up to more stuff of life. This is karma; the act of creating new stuff of life, and our relational dance of acceptance/non-dance of resistance, with it.

As we settle into a more simple way of Being, our karmas dissolve in the open space of non-resistive awareness.

Is this pretty or pleasant? Often not, but the result of resistance is the creation of much more that is “not pretty” or “pleasant”. There comes a time to stop.

Stop resisting, stop running, stop hiding, stop strategizing or manipulating or maneuvering.

How to stop?

By giving attention or Love, to “what is” and a persistent relaxation and feeling into Life as it presents itself, we come to see clearly that what ever is, already is. Clear seeing enables us to see how we construct our reality and suffering, moment to moment. We do this by believing our lives should be other than they are right now.

How should your Life be?

How does that ‘should’ feel?

Information about The Next Step Life Path Coaching is here