The Passion of the Types
Brene Brown on 25 Years of Recovery
I rarely think about my sobriety in terms of years. For me, celebrating 25 years of sobriety is about reflecting back on “trying to do the next right thing” for the past 9,125 days or, more honestly, for the past 219,000 hours. It also means staying humble and grateful that, with the help of countless
Starving Negative States by Maurice Nicoll
Self-observation on negative emotions & feeding them…or hot P. 1140 “What is it in me that is offended at this moment and begun to make accounts… I can observe it at work in me collecting materials and beginning to remember other unpleasant things and to find words and phrases against the other person to make
A Perspective on Gurdjieff’s Suggestion: Try Not to Express Negativity by Stephen Aronson
“Try Not to Express Negativity” by Stephen Aronson Stephen Aronson Of all Gurdjieff’s directions and suggestions for the practical implementation of his ideas, the one which seems most persistently misunderstood is his recommendation to “Try not to express negativity”. Regardless of how often students may be reminded that the Work may be about psychological evolution,
For Men and Women…the End of Blame
Man Prayer Part 2: May I love my father, and the men in my life, and may I acknowledge and support men who have been taught to disregard their lives as unimportant and only fodder for war, who have been taught that their worth comes through working themselves to death and denying the needs of
The Wisdom of the Dalai Lama Jan 11, 2021…when the World has been shocked…
Wisdom of the Dalai… At the end of his talk someone from the audience asked the Dalai Lama, “Why didn’t you fight back against the Chinese?” The Dalai Lama looked down, swung his feet just a bit, then looked back up at us and said with a gentle smile, “Well, war is obsolete, you know.”
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To my Beloved Brother, Peter…He who loved me first.
PUMPKIN by Michael Naylor I am thinking of my brother Peter flung…catapulted through a windshield like a cannonball his lifeblood spilled smeared, scattered like shattered glass by the crazy thunder of metal, windshield, flesh mixed in a blender of pavement and night and veins hurled into eternity, and headlights flying at him like blazing saucers
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