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ivonprefontaine:

This is an interesting question. Do we compartmentalize in ways which allow us to ‘survive’ those parts of the job we don’t like? Research indicates the unhappiest time on average for adults is on the job and the second is the commute to work. What causes this unhappiness, real or imagined?

Originally posted on joypassiondesire:

“You could spend 8 hours at a job you don’t like, another 2 hours moving to and from the job you don’t like, and during those 2 hours that you are moving to and from the job you don’t like, if you were in the Vortex, you could be creating so much more benefit in those hours of imagination than in those hours of action, that it’s not even really worth talking about. You oughta be able to give far more of your daytime attention to unwanted things and just a little bit of time to wanted things and your world would flip!But what happens is, almost no one can make that separation because, and here it is, they let the reality train their vibration, so when they try to imagine, they can’t, because their reality has trained their vibration. So any imagery they have is about what they’re already observing. Don’t you love…

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Unpretentious Intimacy

I am in Vancouver International Airport. I am tired, but, I think, I was rewarded these last few days. I am grateful I was able to turn in and reflect. After a tough day, I people around me reached out and seemed to sense my discomfort. The result was gratifying, but it was not the result. Instead, it was the comfort being with people who cared and brought me into the fold.

I wonder what makes me who I am? Is it the moments I drop my shield of invincibility and show a vulnerable self? That is a scary place, but is so rewarding. It is the slowness of a crock pot where the fruit of intimacy is born. Here, I gain identity in the a relational and caring mirror. But, it sneaks up on me without even realizing it is there.

In a wondrous space

One’s most guarded secrets;

Unshared desires;

Find form—

In a carnival mirror,

Is that me?

Vulnerable—

Lie with a lover

An uncertain first time

Truest intimacy blooms;

That is who I am

Revealed in the other.

Stay human friends.

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