100 Days of Gladness, Day 6

I caught myself believing something that wasn’t true.

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Isn’t this image great? Someone with graphic art skills made plant material look like a heart. I love it for its lesson in how we see things. I saw the heart because the artist wanted me to. The image entered my eyes, and my brain buzzed with I recognize this! Heart!

So that’s what happens when an image enters from the outside, and we make something it.

But what happens when the image comes from the inside? Let’s say it’s a belief — especially one I don’t know I’m holding? A belief I mistake for the truth. Something like,
I’m deteriorating.

This takes shape in my outer world in direct relationship to how much I ‘know’ it to be true.

Let’s look at I’m deteriorating.
Well, I am. I’m 69. My face is a map of gravity and grump. My bones ache. My handwriting is shaky. I can’t see. I don’t remember stuff like I used to. And I’m tired all the time. It’s old age.

Or is it? Is it old age, or is it that I’m so convinced I’m deteriorating, it keeps me from exercising.

I used to be a YOGA TEACHER. What happened to that? What happened to that wisdom, and that body movement? It’s not like I stopped because I became…