uncomfortable
It’s hard to admit that it’s just us. That we can’t stand the feelings the come up for us.
And that’s it’s all in our heads. This shame, this guilt, or this sense of wrongness that we buy into.
Come on, admit it. No one is doing anything to us. It’s not that I can’t stand you. It’s that I can’t stand me.
David Levingston
Like everyone, I have different sides. Counselor, photographer, writer, cooker of food – both spicy and plain, and seeker of truth and happiness. I have always taken an interest in the unassuming things that pass us by – both heard and seen, both ordinary and not so ordinary. They are all sacred and beautiful in some way.