It’s all stuck inside me. I wrote for an hour last night, and I feel I just scratched the surface. It never ends. I can reread my past journals and marvel at the discoveries and openings I stepped through. But it’s as if I reset myself after a short while. It’s as if I am starting from scratch. This is why I feel I must trust the little feeling that says there is so much more yet to be unearthed.
Part of me would like to think I am 10 or 20 or 40% through after an intense venting session like last night’s. Maybe I delved into a few topics to some degree. But there are indeed umpteen more to go. I always like it when I have a direction to go in. That comes from an outside source of wisdom like a book or guru. That can be my impetus for further self-exploration.

originally published on 3/19/08