YALP Return

I had my first meeting with my YALP mentor, and decided I needed to get into all things YALP as a distraction from the raging pain inside my body. It would be good to bring the blog back to it's original theme, though heart break and disappointment are also a part of the spiritual life, as much as life itself. I was listening to a dharma talk this morning, and it reminded me how mistakes are the bleeding edge of life where we grow.

Who knows why I need to tell the world these things, but it is the stuff that art is made out of. Art is the truth, and sometimes that truth is pain. I tend to find the more I blog, journal and write, the wiser I get, the clearer I see. I have a journal and a free writing book, and a blog. Nothing it seems is enough to contain my writing, it just keeps coming. I get a lot of insight, especially when I suffer.

So to aid YALP return I am actually going to try and do the moodle tasks I have been allotted, and then go back over the good parts of that course. It was a very happy nine days of my life with some lovely people, which facilitated a lot of growth and joy. Hopefully it will bring me a little peace of mind, as I try and pick up the pieces of my crushed heart from off the floor. 

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