Being me for me always implies some degree of being you. My nature doesn't come with built-in walls and noise cancellation and convenient, numb dampening. It must be comfortable to be cushioned, exposed largely only to your own thoughts. I can do that if i am alone in the forest. Or if i live very … Continue reading Being you
A snake bit me in the Pyrenees It was the Franciscan snake Of empty-handedness, humility and trust If i want to help you, I cannot do more than the Biblical God. Yhwh (being the one who is) I can easily wait for you for decades I think i gave up talking And thinking Thank you … Continue reading The Franciscan snake
The center axis Elusive . Even though i left the latest totalitarian regime behind at age four I still believe Integrity is punishable by death By loss By a burning sensation on my skin That seems to be peeling it off Leaving behind naked bones Which are not quite sure how to move In the … Continue reading Integrity
Taming solitude. To find all four legs of the table (or all four Jungian elements). To withstand winds. Winds of fear, demons that used to scare; but also gusts of delusion; and that which just hangs in the clouds, legless. That which stands upside down but does not realise it. . . Sometimes we live … Continue reading Taming solitude, once again.
Bookish and theory (but also exhibitionist personal) post on whether what's called "mental health crises" in contemporary parlance is equally well – or better – conceptualised as either the necessary growth pains of personality development (Dąbrowski's Theory of Positive Disintegration; post-traumatic growth theorists) or the breakthrough moments in spiritual development (Brogan, McLaren, and lots of others including New Age shamanism). Includes bibliographical and Pink Floyd references.