Yesterday’s battle was tricky, but suprising.
Yesterday I had a battle, an all too familiar battle that started in the morning. I seem to have the upper hand in the battle during the daylight hours, but as the night slowly crept in, I felt my strength weakening. I knew this meant I would have to do some serious praying, but I felt myself making old moves that I knew would not work against my opponent, I knew they didn’t work because they never worked in the past.
The night set in and the cold wind covered my skin. I tried to prepare for rest, but my heart remained restless, and my mind would not quiet down. I knew that it was a sign that I shouldn’t put my defenses down, but I was tired so I ignored my mind and heart. Then I was hit, I was hit hard and I felt myself falling down and splashing into the water! I thought maybe I should call an ally, maybe he could give me words of comfort, or maybe read some inspirational words, but none of those could help me as I splashed around in my sea of tears. I panicked as I kept splashing and going under. Then I kept getting a vision of the two floatation devices that I always kept on me; my pen that was my paddle and paper that was my boat.
I knew they would help me get thru the night, but the thought of writing my feelings down seemed like it would take so much energy, and time, but I couldn’t stand the thought of this repetitive act, of me always falling into the same abyss and waiting to be saved by someone.
I pulled out my floatation devices and started writing my feelings out. I woke up this morning and saw the sun and smiled.
This morning after reading the post and the comments on Paulo Coelho’s blog Another wrong stepit makes me think about his quote
“The Warrior of Light knows that no man is an island.”
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)
Yesterday there were many WOL out on the field together fighting The Good Fight!
