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Essays on burnout, pressure, surrender and the choices that wear us down or carry us through, written from the far side of the times the body and mind refused to go on.
The Art of Surrender, by Michael Singer she said. That's the one I'd recommend. This was a few years ago, pre-covid. I was catching up with a group of friends at the Opera Bar and ended up talking to ...
I had stopped being able to climb the stairs.Not in a dramatic way. I'd get to the third step and my legs would register that there were two more flights to go and they would just decline. Not pain, e...
It's something I hear often, and something I don't remember often enough – the irony of human life is that we go about our daily life as though we are going to live forever. So anything we want to do, is something that can be done later – my life is full of the daily… ...
What would be possible if we went through less to have more? ...
I dream about sleeping. Sleeping deeply. Soundly. Peacefully. And drifting out of it gently. Rising up from the mists of sleep, drifting into the waking world like a feather rising slowly on a hot summer day. Not being woken up by strange noises and alarm clocks or sunshine. Not by neighbors banging doors, or by my conscience… ...
So many choices available, and each option leads down a good road. When each road, and every destination looks good, and you know that any choice you make, you would make the choice work – how do you step beyond the choice and do what's really your choice? Analysis paralysis beckons, and the sheer plethora… ...
It's all pointless, isn't it? It really doesn't matter. Nothing matters. All the hopes and fears,we are so full of ourselves that we choke on the garbage we fill our minds with, and throw up before we can stuff anymore of ourselves down our throats. It's all pointless, and it doesn't mean a thing. We… ...
The sun was bright. In fact, it was dazzling. I couldn't look at it – it seemed like someone had set off a few flash bulbs in my face. I had to close my eyes and open them slowly. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so dazzled by sunlight. Hold that thought.… ...
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