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| More homework and another trip with the wheelbarrow to the surrender pile. |
It starts as unrest and then grows into drowning on dry land--the appearance of my next homework assignment. Observing when I was working with Selfseeds that I felt the fire of being from my inner meditations at the ashram. My life with the horses often creates a place of contrast, because of the separation between the state of the horses and the state of the beings riding them. Hmmm... how to work on this disparity? The tools are available, but what to place in the wheelbarrow now to be taken to the surrender pile? The shadow side. It is not the truth of who I know my authentic Self to be. Thank you, Carol.
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| Winter in the desert. |
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| Date harvest |
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| Thank you horses from around the world to be a mirror for my shadow side. |
