Our darkest moments can be our greatest teachers. For a year now I’ve been paying cautious attention to the events of my waking life and observing the stories I tell myself as though I were recounting a dream. This dreamwork on the human waking dream has given me some powerful insights into the messages embedded …
There are few moments that inspire beauty and gratitude as much as the sorrow of a hurting heart. These moments interrupt our daily mechanical operations; force us to look squarely at ourselves in complete honesty and request that we face ourselves, naked, raw and real. When the heart hurts, its lament summons some of …
So often we rely on our senses to access reality in a way that locates reality outside ourselves. But what happens when we look within and observe reality from the outside, looking in? Today I had another one of my epic sneezing cascades, where one sneeze leads to the next and I keep going dozens …
I’ve recently been taken with fully exploring sensations in a body as part of transcending established notions of space and time as containement, seeing them instead as vehicles for chanelling creative energy As the connective thread of these blog posts demonstrate thus far, I quite enjoy metaphors as explicatives as they are the most sublime …