but it IS work, for me. And how.

Yesterday I told about T something I'd read in Pete Walker's book. He wrote that he has come to the realization that there is no memory or feeling or past action in himself that he need fear, or be ashamed of, or run from.
I said, T, I am happy for him, but I can't say that. I do see things in here that I will never be able to accept, or say I am not ashamed of, or say they don't scare me.
She said, SAWE you are on a journey. Not every book will speak to you.
I said, but that's how I have always learned; if not that way, how will I ever find the path?
She said, you are on the path. You are on it, now. Right now.

Hmmm.