The art of finding the high road in the dark
My search for the high road is very similar to Rabbits. Except, not only is it dark but there are stone mines everywhere. On a daily basis I am either getting pummeled with stones, tripping over stones or faced with seemingly immovable boulders in my life that I have to make a decision to “accept”, take another path or blow it out of my existence. Through much of my life it seemed that blowing it out of my existence seemed the thing to do. I mean first of all, if you make it nonexistent in your reality, then you can send your feelings along with it. If you can’t experience it with your senses then you don’t feel so connected by it. Blowing it up is simply just the easy way out but definitely takes us clearly off of the high road path and puts us right back into the ditch.
So my struggle is facing what needs to be dealt with and responding to it without the “warrior way” of thinking. Especially since my “warrior way” seems to just blow up in my face. Unfortunately, I forget to step out of the “closet” before unleashing “Zena-sized” mushroom clouds of destruction. The only outcome of that seems to be irritated “closetins” and self- inflicted wounds.
Ah, the path to the high road. It’s not as easy as it sounds. I think I will stay in the closet at least for now before I am forced to embark on that journey again. At least in the closet there isn’t too much to cause you to have to hit the high road. - Xena