Hrmf.

[ladysprite]

Everything is going so well.

I have enough work, I have enough money, I have someone who loves me, I have friends who care about me, I have at least some usefulness so I don't feel like a social sponge.

So why do I still feel the overwhelming, all-consuming urge to hide under the blankets and not come out until there's snow on the ground and the world has forgotten me?

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[johnpalmer.livejournal.com]

Love, emotional energy is energy of a sort, and sometimes it builds up or gets out of balance.

Sometimes, yes, sometimes, it's a matter of something to be thought about. Sometimes it's "I have this issue, and now that I'm thinking about it, with respect to that issue, I can think about ways to change things so they're more to my liking.

But sometimes it's the energy itself boiling up and making noise and causing problems, and learning to re-balance it helps.

(Keeping in mind that *everyone's* experience is different, I have a better experience from trying to draw in good to flush out the bad; I have a much worse experience simply trying to let the bad drain out.)

Herm. An Irish shaman I know lectures about the cup and the river. The cup is *your energy*, and you never use it for anything except yourself. The river is the energy all around us, that anyone can tap into. Something that just came into my mind is that when the water in the cup is too stagnant, it's not healthy, and letting the river flow into it, until it's full up and overflowing, lets the movement of the water clean everything out.

But, under the covers and avoiding people for a time, or out and about and making the world happier, you are still loved and cherished.