I found this Openhand video this morning researching reflection. I am in a strange place. I willingly stepped into a different role and the reflections are overwhelming. It is dense and cruel. Controlled and medicated. Dirty and repulsive. It contains the fragility of the human vessel and the entrapment of the soul and my judgment of it. Kindness is challenged and discouraged. I wake up in the morning feeling like I am buried in cement. I say to myself I cant do this yet I go back. Where is the light in this darkness... . It is a "spiritual gym'. My nature is to help and fix and save. It is literally impossible. It challenges and makes me rephrase my definition of service. Even my actions are a reflection of what am I being while serving. I see the potential of falling into my old patterns. In this representation, I absolutley can not repeat what I have done before. It is like an energetic recalibration. While doing I HAVE to be. There is nothing else. This brings back memory of the burr I found free wheeling in Sedona. It becomes entangled and embedded into the hair of the dog. Question is, how do I get it out? Any reflections are welcome. 💜