The author of the book – I read aloud

While we each painted the flowers on the table

Went on & on about how impossible it is to be at peace

That the inner landscape is fraught with peril-

The identified self is a mean son of a gun

And owes you and won’t give you up easily.

She suggests – activating the Observer-

The one who knows better then to just take the bait

Taking a pause when the emotions are coming in fast.

Giving yourself that extra beat

And in that small opening –

The soul whispers _” I love you”

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The book is – I Don’t Believe in Astrology,by Debra Silverman

Really great insights- yeah Debra.