What is actually missing?…What is it we don´t get?

Deeplydaisy muses:

There are the thoughts/answers that come to mind: are we missing a connection to something, a deep-rooted connectedness to our mother nature? Or maybe the voice inside has got so tiny and distorted we can seldom hear her, we miss her and the truth that she used to speak with confidence when we were children.

I read something about inner passivity and the inner aggressor and it just made me think of the native American idea of the good wolf and the bad wolf within us all, or the religious idea of an angel and a devil.

Perhaps we are divided internally and the ‘missing’ we feel are the fractures, the cracks and even though the gaps are what let the light through, we feel the airy space when the light is absent….or perhaps we are missing an internal one-ness, we look for it externally but it can’t be found there. I’m certain of it. Perhaps, as my grandmother used to say, we are all just waiting to go home (meaning the ever-after).

Maybe I’m talking shit but thoughts come about once being connected within the body of a mother, oneness perhaps the stretch and disconnection of the umbilical cord has got too much for us…some days everything is missing, others nothing. When the street lamps glisten through the pearls of rain on a busy high street, I’m sat in a steamy café with a nice sweet cup of tea…it’s all perfect, watching the world, smiling, in those moments I have everything I need. Perhaps you can’t know what is missing until you have found it…hmmm.

What are your thoughts?