The Spigot of Mental Health

Mutual deep musings with my sister on getting a handle on wholesome and satisfying mental landscapes. They are landscapes: if the mind has mountains it also has the upland valley so dear to me. And the seashore.

I had an epiphany when I woke this morning, late because I was immersed in Haute-Provence half the night. I looked out at the light on the water and surveyed the possibilities of the day, they seemed endless and I felt like a child, open to enticements of a world made to explore. That is the attitude! Now, how to cultivate it.

If I could bring myself to belief we are here to be loved, and to love, that would do it. I have to shake off a petty and vindictive God, and have faith.