Tuesday, December 2, 2008

self hypnosis

We identify so much with our story! Tell it over and over to ourselves. All its joys and triumphs. All its woundings. Especially its woundings!

We love our story - the story of who we are and how we got this way and the part you played in it and the part you didn't play in it and the part no one has played in it and the part maybe someone will play in it. We would rather die than give up our story. And so we do. Die. Wrapped in the grave clothes of our story.

Living mummies.

Mummy! Mummy! May I go out to play?

Yes, child. As soon as you stop telling stories.

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