Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everything was fresh?
But some things apparently are not. They are stale. They need to be re-freshed.
What is stale in my life is old patterns. Rituals of self-sabotage performed over and over until they have become ingrained. Stale. I need to be re-freshed.
I want to see every new day as new. I want to live in each moment fully alive to everything there. I want to experience life as fresh.
What stands in the way of this?
It’s a sort of energy glob – a thought form – an almost living being. Some call it ego.
It works as sort of a trap. It attracts my attention and sucks my energy as it lowers my vibration. I am learning its tricks. My experience with it is growing stale. It feels like old, moldy energy. I don’t like it.
It goes by names such as pain body, anger, confusion, doubt, worry, guilt, shame, and blame. I call them all fear.
What is fresh for me is remembering my connection with my spirit friends. Loving them. Blessing them. Thanking them.
What is fresh for me is a very few really close relationships built on love.
What is fresh for me is silence. Not quiet. Silence. Space. Big Space.
These connections – these rememberings – this quiet is what I do to refresh my soul. And from here, the world once again looks fresh.