I recently went through a particularly difficult period in which I found myself grasping for a reason to continue through what seemed like a haze of thick blackness - in spite of many many reasons to be grateful. During that time, I agreed to try some symbol work using natural objects, and this is what came out. I felt that my mind was feeling like the dark stone, a sense of nothingness. But realistically, I knew that if I could only pull aside or find a way through that haze (represented by the shells) a much more inspired and interesting mind lay beneath. Turns out that perhaps it wasn't so much about cutting through the haze as sitting with and allowing myself to be in it - in order to find it lifting on its own. Still, I admit I am afraid of going back there.
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