Caring for our mental home

I still remember the first house I rented as a young adult. It was tiny, and old. My furniture was all hand-me-downs and not particularly coordinated. But I treasured my home. I did everything I could to make it a home, and it was home.

Many of us treasure our home and take good care of it. But we don’t always pay as close attention to our mental home, our consciousness, which in many ways is even more important. We pay little attention to the thoughts we furnish it with. We sometimes let in trash, and let the trash build up. Perhaps we even let intruders in. 

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April 27, 2015
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