Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

  Fear is the root of all evil. Yoda from Star Wars said, "Fear leads to anger, anger to hatred, hatred leads to suffering".  I am perpetually angry. I wasn't always like this. But life happened, and I dealt with its blows one after another. This year has been a massive eye opener for me. I decided to say goodbye to my hugely attention seeking, dramatic self and went into overdrive hermit mode. The result, dealing with backlogs of emotional shit that I very conveniently shoved under the rug before. My sister tells me 'you're too boring and normal now'. I take it as a compliment that my normal exterior is doing a good job at hiding my tumultuous interior. I wake up each day, trying to be a better person. Some days are status quo and some days I fall miserably on my face. That's okay, though. I'll keep trying. In the midst of all this shadow work, heart chakra healing, meditation, shielding, anxiety, palpitations and now finally the last resort, medicati

 

The thoughts of Mary Jane Who can know The thoughts of Mary jane Why she flies Or goes out in the rain Where she's been And who she's seen In her journey to the stars. Who can know The reasons for her smile What are her dreams When they've journeyed for a mile The way she sings And her brightly coloured rings Make her the princess of the sky. Who can know What happens in her mind Did she come from a strange world And leave her mind behind Her long lost sighs And her brightly coloured eyes Tell her story to the wind. Who can know The thoughts of Mary Jane Why she flies Or goes out in the rain Where she's been And who she's seen In her journey to the stars. - Nick Drake