This is just a short motivational / intention note. With the renewed travel restrictions in Europe, it seems like I'll be stuck in the big city for the next period. This wasn't my preferred choice, I'd already had too much of it in the spring lockdown period, and escaped in summer as much as possible … Continue reading Cabinet of mirrors (or “the weeks of karma”)
Waiting for the washing machine to finish washing, contemplating events of the day. My friend who got denied his application for benefits that I was hoping would pull him out of where he's been for decades. Disappointment, pain, and some practice in empathy balancing: me getting worried makes it worse for him. Thinking about empathy, … Continue reading Washing machine blues # dilemmas of empathy
Difficult to find a path back into writing after periods of action. Real-life action. Difficult to carry on with a narrative when the storyline is prone to sudden jerky jumps. Nevertheless trying to carry on with the commitment to writing, remembering over and over again how helpful it's been to me in the last months. … Continue reading Half an update on the upper triangle of Maslow’s pyramid
I so much like part of you. That part. I can almost fall in love with it, it's exceptional, it's fantastic, and unique, I haven't been able to find anything equal over the years. I don't think there can be another person like you. If that part is so awesome, the rest must be fantastic … Continue reading Part of you
I saw clouds of sadness of slowness I was welcoming solitude with a safety net with an "other shore". . I'm not sure why it's so difficult: either I am with you, and then I feel the compulsion to know in each split second what exactly you expect from me, what to say, what to … Continue reading Torn between the company of humans, of nature, of self. Some perhaps autistic perspectives.
I lost you with me. Perhaps. I apologise earnestly and full of attrition. I beg your pardon for inviting you into my soulspace, then taking you for a ride. You should have held on to the handles. It was irresponsible that you closed your eyes. You cannot give me the responsibility to watch out for … Continue reading Apologies
This is to the magician whose love has the power to manifest as a physical reality about 6288.64 km away. So you don't see your strength. You are crazy. You think because I have determination and can lash out at people and spirits to stay where their place is, I'm strong. That's violence and helplessness, unless … Continue reading Love is rain at the roots. (Love poetry.)