There is feedback from posts which can allay concerns over making public ones inspirations and intuitions, yet occasionally behaviours manifest that make a mockery of assumed positions of utterances about life dynamics and spiritual sources.
Family life is so grounding. I don’t want to be a hypocrite, saying one thing about ideal realisations fit for the general edification of this poor darkling time, whilst barking angrily at my sweet daughter for not wanting to wear a vest on a chilly day.
The vanity of self publishing is so possible these days. I’ve spent a year blogging, Facebooking, Twittering etc., occasionally even feeling that there is destiny to be met in the radical spears that are hurled at the wild problems that rear up across the contemporary appearance as the latest news bulletin.
I’m also aware of course that the only person stuck in my diagnosis of stuck-addiction© may well be me, that I am projecting me onto the world.
So, time for a break. I have in the past deleted Twitter profiles that were followed by the good and the great in order to purge my vanity. I teeter on the brink of deleting blog, social media profiles and email addresses: however, I have decided to leave what there is out there, out there.
I am going to be away from the virtual world for a while, my real world calls for my attention.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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