from inside The Sane Asylum... Making peace with myself and getting along with it all...
Saturday, January 9, 2016
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Thursday, December 31, 2015
From the Study...a conversation of possibilities
a young writer in Melbourne, Australia by the name of Beau Tarplin...Beau, please
forgive me if I do not get it exact...it goes something like this...
"Don't stress so much about settling on a path for 2016.
The division of time into years is a human invention,
And the fact is, every moment of every day is an opportunity for resolution and growth.
So, when the fireworks fly, relax and enjoy the moment.
The rest will come to you."
So...as we honor the passing of 2015, I leave you with my prayer...
For those I may have wronged, I ask for your forgiveness.
For those I may have helped, I wish I could have done more.
For those I could have helped, I ask for understanding.
For those who have helped me, I am grateful.
Resolved to sense more beauty, express more forgiveness, and experience more
forgiveness...Ego, my friends call me Doc.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
From The Sea
From The Sea...
I could see her approaching from a distance. I could tell she had grace to adorn her beauty. She was a proud site against the morning sun. She gave all that wanted to see a proud prance as she entered the foam of the sea... Children approached as she paraded along the shore. Her master gentle on the reigns to let her explore. What a site to behold as she came closer and her beauty to unfold.
She approached like a warrior and nodded as if to say, good day my admirers are you enjoying your day. I asked her master if I my approach. "She would love your attention, she is just spoiled that way", her master had to say...stood about sixteen hands tall I would guess. It did not matter, for she stood above all the rest. I stroked her mane that special day. I heard her breath, the sound of her teeth on her bits, and her smell brought back fond memories of a younger day...I saw her ears point to the air, I saw her dark eyes like a maiden fair.
In that brief moment I smelled her essence and sensed her grace and goodness to a master for keep. I thanked her master that let me approach and I bowed to the beauty as she pranced into the sea...
Her name was Stormy...
Ego...my friends call me Doc
I could see her approaching from a distance. I could tell she had grace to adorn her beauty. She was a proud site against the morning sun. She gave all that wanted to see a proud prance as she entered the foam of the sea... Children approached as she paraded along the shore. Her master gentle on the reigns to let her explore. What a site to behold as she came closer and her beauty to unfold.
She approached like a warrior and nodded as if to say, good day my admirers are you enjoying your day. I asked her master if I my approach. "She would love your attention, she is just spoiled that way", her master had to say...stood about sixteen hands tall I would guess. It did not matter, for she stood above all the rest. I stroked her mane that special day. I heard her breath, the sound of her teeth on her bits, and her smell brought back fond memories of a younger day...I saw her ears point to the air, I saw her dark eyes like a maiden fair.
In that brief moment I smelled her essence and sensed her grace and goodness to a master for keep. I thanked her master that let me approach and I bowed to the beauty as she pranced into the sea...
Her name was Stormy...
Ego...my friends call me Doc
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
A funny thing happened on the way to therapy
Despair is a haven with its own temporary form of beauty and of self compassion, it is the invitation we accept when we want to remove ourselves from hurt. Despair, is a last protection. To disappear through despair, is to seek a temporary but necessary illusion, a place where we hope nothing can ever find us in the same way again.
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