The end of a twelve hour shift. As always I’m exhausted but invigorated and rewarded. I never stop being grateful for the privilege of my work.
I was once paid handsomely for a nine to five ‘bullshit job’ and was utterly miserable. I’m now paid peanuts and have never been happier.
I’m fortunate to have found my jam, even this late in life.
It’s essential to make a wholehearted, unconditional commitment to what is.
I could think longer and harder (indeed, at all) about what I write in which case I wouldn’t write anything at all.
For good or ill, what comes out is intuitive, spontaneous and unconditioned without premeditated thought or critical after-thought.
It’s no mystery that it’s all mystery.
For some people the stories about life are more important and have more value than the life actually lived.
The less I know about something, someone, anything, the better.
As mad as this sounds – it’s only just occurred to me – that the reason I do anything is simply to see what happens. I don’t want anything in particular to happen, I’m just perpetually curious at whatever is happening, however that may be.
I’m not seeking or looking for anything. I’m just perpetually curious.
If you get rid of qualities of the Shadow you don't like by denying them, you become more and more unaware of what you are, you declare yourself more and more non-existent, and your devils will grow fatter and fatter…
If you get rid of qualities …
Every man has a quiet place in his soul, where everything is self-evident and easily explainable, a place to which he likes to retire from the confusing possibilities of life, because there everything is simple and clear, with a manifest and limited purpose.
Carl Jung
Not everything has a story. Not everything needs a story.
Not everything has a story. Not everything needs a story.
Not everything has a story. Not everything needs a story.
What we are does not exist in language.
What we are does not exist in language.
As I spend much of my time working with individuals presenting a wide range of physical and learning disabilities, the experience blows apart the usual context in which I contemplate the nature of mind, body and experiences of awareness/ consciousness.
Generalised statements become meaningless and individual phenomenology paramount.
A reminder that what we are does not exist in language.
Nothing Missing
All there is, is this one bottomless moment, present experiencing here and now—ever-present, ever-changing. Sometimes it is lit up (in waking and dreaming); sometimes it is dark (in deep sleep). Although darkness and light are different, they are inseparable. This boundless whole is seamless and indivisible…
Nothing Missing
Nothing Missing
All there is, is this one bottomless moment, present experiencing here and now—ever-present, ever-changing. Sometimes it is lit up (in waking and dreaming); sometimes it is dark (in deep sleep). Although darkness and light are different, they are inseparable. This boundless whole is seamless and indivisible…
Nothing Missing
Nothing Missing
All there is, is this one bottomless moment, present experiencing here and now—ever-present, ever-changing. Sometimes it is lit up (in waking and dreaming); sometimes it is dark (in deep sleep). Although darkness and light are different, they are inseparable. This boundless whole is seamless and indivisible…
Nothing Missing