In listening to, "Silent Sister" by Diane Chamberlin....she had a line...."Anxiety entered the car, like a third passenger."
I loved this description.
It shows the hugeness of what we carry.
Mine would read, "Denial entered the car like a third person.
It truly lives with us like a siamese twin.
An unwanted passenger that speaks for us and makes choices based up its needs. It truly is a passenger in our lives that has the drivers seat.
Another part in this fictional book, she talks about healing the Mind and the Soul, as two very different things.
I wonder about this.
Did I have to heal my mind and then also heal my soul? I would even say, my heart.
That it wasn't enough to just correct the definitions in my mind, but I had to allow my neglected soul to live...and my broken heart to mend.
The mind is where my thoughts about reality were corrected.
My soul had to speak its truth and live by it.
My heart had to separate itself from those whose love hurt.
I love how authors can write simple but deeply profound sentences.
Art of words.
