when we look at the various stories that play out in our days, some beginning even as we open our eyes in the morning, we may not ever become entirely aware of the unconscious means with which we keep ourselves down, subservient, empty, and angry….
i think it is exceedingly rare these days that we take the time to truly get to know how someone wants to be loved; how they prefer to be treated, acknowledged, let alone or kept company; how they would be heard, understood, and validated; how they want to be touched and embraced, or how they’ll be open to it when they feel safe….
one thing you learn as you journey along the path is that whatever you’re looking for out of life is what you’re going to find….
hints of autumn in the trees. Alan Watts on the stereo waxing poetic about Reality, Art, and Illusion. long drive to see about a cottage up island. jumped at it. moving again…but do we ever stop? hell of a year….
there’s such an immense pressure we put upon ourselves in our culture to “do great things” with our lives. i think we almost always miss the point entirely….
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