I am always taken by surprise by the effect that ambient social atmosphere’s have on me.
They impact me more than I realize. Usually it begins very subtly.
Small tendrils seem to seep into my experience.
My emotions begin to shift in subtle ways.
Little thoughts seem to intrude upon my day.
Innocuous promptings seem to shift my perceptions to align with that which dominates.
what was unconscious becomes conscious
– when my dislocation from my normal anchors, leaves me adrift.
I awaken in shock, not quite aware of what set me loose and drifting.
If I stay within a “needy” mindset, I find my perceptions only generate more confusion.
when I choose to process my realities within a spiritual dimension,
I find the elements that have shifted me, standing out in stark contrast to the things I hold dear.
These are the things that release my identity and freedom.
I choose again to reaffirm that which grants me grace
find the tendrils die off as I rise once again – with clarity.
Author – Bill Tidsbury