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It appears to be time for a change…
I’m off to micro.blog. If you want to continue seeing my posts head over to Thisness.
See you there. Or not. So long and thanks for all the Likes.
Nobody needs to go anywhere else. We are all, if we only knew it, already there.
— Aldous Huxley
Only just made it in to work this morning. The combination of snow melt and overnight rain has caused widespread flooding. Some roads were only just passable. At least the rain is stopping now which will give the standing water a chance to drain off a bit since most of the snow has now melted too.
Melting already.
Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often are a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.
— Carl Jung
Joy at the smallest things comes to you only when you have accepted death. But if you look out greedily for all that you could still live, then nothing is great enough for your pleasure, and the smallest things that continue to surround you are no longer a joy. Therefore I behold death, since it teaches me how to live. If you accept death, it is altogether like a frosty night and an anxious misgiving, but a frosty night in a vineyard full of sweet grapes. You will soon take pleasure in your wealth. Death ripens. One needs death to be able to harvest the fruit. Without death, life would be meaningless, since the long-lasting rises again and denies its own meaning.
— Carl Jung
Thoughts arise and fall as flowers live and wilt. Stars fade over eons in the night sky and clouds pass and change.
Everything is changing all the time. Thoughts come and go. But who is thinking them?
Listening to Zen teacher and psychoanalyst Barry Magid’s Ordinary Mind.
Excellent so far. Within minutes I belatedly learned the difference between psychotherapy and psychoanalysis.
Experience without language. Wordless being.
Thoughts and feelings are not a problem. Believing they are is.
Really want to read this (and watch the companion documentary on Amazon). David Shields is one of my favourite writers. I quote him often.
Brilliant and beautiful.
Quit chasing it. Happiness does not like to be chased.
It does admire a good heartbreak, though. A cleansing and terrifying dark night of the soul. A valley of disillusionment. A pit of despair. Happiness loves anything that is ego-shattering, identity-breaking, safety-smashing.
Happiness sniffs it out. Shows up quietly. Investigates. Watches and waits. Peers in the window. Scratches at the door.
You won’t notice at first.
You won’t notice for a long time.
(Anguish has a way of getting all our attention.)
You won’t even be thinking about happiness anymore.
Then one morning, you’ll wake up and walk outside and stumble right over it.