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“You wanted hell? Here it is revealing itself, so look closely…”
— Czeslaw Milosz, from New and Collected Poems (1931-2001); “More than Efficient,”
The Mississippi river meanders through a marsh in Minnesota en route to the gulf, June 1971.Photograph by James L. Stanfield, National Geographic
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i blog for the girls who don’t recognise the person they see in the mirror
Things I’ve done in the last 4 years:
-earned 3 degrees
-fallen in love
-made a lot of mistakes
-fixed some relationships
-developed new neuroses, disorders and afflictions
-felt proud of myself
-felt ashamed of myself
-felt loved
"Glimpsing at the seabed through the water and the complexity of the light within, at a soothing southern sea." By Shigeko Inoue (2002).
Born in 1945, Inoue studied traditional Japanese and Italian woodblock printing. Her work focuses on nature, transparency and the movement of water.
It does not matter how much knowledge you consume, if you are not going to start applying it to your life and focusing on growth and mastery, it all just becomes a waste of time and energy. The consumption of information without application is a distraction.
2023: go to the limits of your longing, let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, just keep going, no feeling is final
wear big jhumkas, put on flowy skirts that reach all the way to your ankles adorned with silver paayal, fall in love with stories and books from lands away from yours, keep your hair in it's natural elegance, dance more, sing louder, learn to cook, or learn to craft, pick up a new hobby or maybe just sit down with a cup of chai and listen to the sounds of the city. do whatever you have to do to live brighter, laugh with you whole heart because that is what you deserve.
Rafael Campo, from “Views of Heaven,” in Alternative Medicine [ID in alt text]
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Oooooooh there’s a name for why I hate softness when I’m feeling brittle
OH.
Well. That would explain. A lot.
[[most clinicians have witnessed how difficult memories resurface when a client feels truly seen, heard, and loved in therapy. A metaphor for this process is “backdraft.” Backdraft occurs when a firefighter opens a door with a hot fire behind it. Oxygen rushes in, causing a burst of flame. Similarly, when the door of the heart is opened with compassion, intense pain can sometimes be released. Unconditional love reveals the conditions under which we were unloved in the past. Therefore, some clients, especially those with a history of childhood abuse or neglect, are fearful of compassion (Gilbert et al., 20010).]]
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“Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research. I don’t dream of someone who understands me immediately, who seems to have known me my entire life, who says, I know me too. I want someone keen to learn my own strange organization, amazed at what’s revealed; someone who asks, and then what, and then what?
From The Giant’s House, Elizabeth McCracken