Clarice Lispector, one of my favorite authors,  once wrote:

I write, and that way rid myself  of me and then, at last, I can rest.

I interpret the ‘rid myself of me‘ as another way of saying ‘get the ego out of the way’.

Nothing can be more tiring than having to negotiate with the ego, this selfish force that we all carry inside. Not that it is evil in itself, but it sometimes can be very vain and shallow, blinding to what is deeper, significant and meaningful.

Picture 360 was taken at the Hope Stone studio this morning, where I take classes.