This morning, I had what I like to dignify by calling a minor epiphany (you could also just call it "a thought", but where's the fun in that?). The epiphany arrived in a cafe. I sipped my double espresso and stared at my notebook. “I am
I had an interesting experience yesterday. It began by sitting down and staring at the pointy end of a long stick (not a euphemism) - this is the way in which my therapist and I begin brainspotting, a therapeutical method we’ve been using for about the last 15 months.
I experience myself as living in a racist society.
Every moment of my life, I am carried by magic.
Should the man save the stranger or his wife?
The actual world had asked something of him. But he lived in the true world and had failed to answer the call.
Death was my companion on this walk.
“Do you want the rest of the seal,” he asked? “Or can I finish it?”
This exercise helps you practice being present.
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys.
Is this world not enough?