It’s not something you can pretend to do or be. It’s a practice. It’s a regimen. It’s falling, standing, dealing with emotional or spiritual invaders and the endless this-and-that of all this.
Tag: emotional intelligence
Sometimes the absurdity of this place is laughable. Our ritualistic relationship to money, our spiritual enslavement to our emotions, our escapist philosophies. . .
Old programs (-isms, habits, reactions, triggers) will not always go silently. They intertwine with our routines, our beliefs, and our perceptions.
This day will pass, whether you dreamed a little dream, drew up a plan, took a baby step toward a goal, did what you loved to do, spent time with whom you wanted to, followed through on those tiny impulses, built something with your hands, started into a new book from the thrift store, sang your own beautiful song…
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, left alone or kept company; how they would be better heard, understood, and validated; how they want to be touched and embraced, or how they’ll be open to it when they feel safe.