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“Wisdom from the Hokey Pokey. Put your whole self in” ~ a coffee shop sign

I can’t put my finger on it. But it’s there, at the tip of my tongue, or stuck in my throat like a lodged chip that I can’t spit out or swallow.

Something is off. Not off enough to be SCREAMING. Because then I would know what it is.

But it’s off. It’s unaligned.

Hokey Pokey

Hokey Pokey (Photo credit: jkarsh)

Somehow I’ve betrayed myself or talked myself into believing or…

It nags at me, it pokes and jabs, trying to get my attention.

I can’t see it…

…or I don’t want to see it.

I can’t put my finger on it.

But it’s there, buried in my head

like a glimpse of a dream, my brain struggles to recount the details, my heart longs to find it again.

What have I lost – carelessly squandered?

It’s hard to find the answer when the question isn’t even clear.

I need to find a way

So I can live fully in the moment and

engage, relate and belong

I need to put my whole self in again.

Do you have your whole self in?