The Alchemy of the Enneagram in Navigating Addiction
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The Alchemy of the Enneagram in Navigating Addiction: and Interview w/Michael and Michele Joy for the Helping Professions Summit–May 13, 2024
Click the link below to take you to the Interview https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qUQAJQx50DDJrsAfiewpdmFHhQbxnYbH/view
“The Alchemy of the Enneagram in Transforming Addiction” is in Audible Form on Barnes & Noble
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-alchemy-of-the-enneagram-in-transforming-addiction-michael-naylor/1142734442?ean=2940191778693 Narrated by Caleb Summers Unabridged — 9 hours, 42 minutes
Wendell Berry…On Caring for the Earth
We have lived by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. And this has been based on the even flimsier assumption that we could know with any certainty what was good even for us. We have fulfilled the danger of this by making our personal pride and greed
Pema Chodron…Troublemakers…Type Nine
TROUBLEMAKERS SHOW US WHERE WE’RE STUCK Those who give us a hard time, who are difficult to be around or who constantly blow our cover, are the very ones who show us where we we’re stuck. The great meditation master Atisha always traveled with his belligerent Bengali tea-boy because it kept him honest. Without his
Donovan…Universal Soldier…Type Four
Donovan – “Universal Soldier” He’s five foot-two, and he’s six feet-four,He fights with missiles and with spears.He’s all of thirty-one, and he’s only seventeen,He’s been a soldier for a thousand years. He’s a Catholic, a Hindu, an atheist, a Jain,A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.And he knows he shouldn’t kill,And he knows he
Pema Chodron–Type Nine
“When one of the emperors of China asked Bodhidharma (the Zen master who brought Zen from India to China) what enlightenment was, his answer was, “Lots of space, nothing holy.” Meditation is nothing holy. Therefore there’s nothing that you think or feel that somehow gets put in the category of “sin.” There’s nothing that you
Poem by Mary Oliver…Type One
So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So
When Death Comes…Mary Oliver–Type One
Mary Oliver–When Death Comes When death comeslike the hungry bear in autumn;when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;when death comeslike the measle-pox when death comeslike an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:what
