Buddhism

is such an interesting metaphor.

Early in my recovery work, I had a vivid dream wherein I was a vehicle like a car, and all my family was riding in me--on my back. My legs were twisted so that they ended in wheels, as were my arms. I remember the strong perception of "going nowhere," as I rolled along the hills and dales of this bizarre dream. My therapist had been gently prodding me to perceive my "rescue mode," but this dream really helped me understand that I was busy getting everyone else's ducks in a row so that I wouldn't have to even LOOK at mine.

My last foray into meditation was quite productive. I was doing visual meditations, and was gifted with a number of ideas for jewelry. I found it rather fruitless to "stop" my thoughts, and I am thrilled that these meditations resulted in some awesome designs.

I find your posts most interesting, Bodhi, and I sincerely hope you will continue to post herein.