Correcting a wheel that has lost its purpose.

Sometimes we get stuck but yet we carry on disregarding our discomfort. A choice, an action, a problem, is segregated and left in isolation. It becomes a place where we keep our shame, embarrassment, rage, hate… the ugly stuff. When we are angry, embarrassed, when we have lost our patience, it springs from this part of our person. It is that part calling to us. It needs our attention. To be made our center and given redress. In returning to this discomfort we receive the opportunity to let this part of our person make a better choice freeing itself from its demons. This new choice makes us whole, the wheel is freed and we are no longer stuck.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist, ©2012