i remember a study on the traumatic effects of overstimulation. i remember watching a developmental psych film that spoke of how, even at birth, human infants effectively disengage and shut down to avoid over-stimulation…. turning away from everything, closing their eyes… until their brains can process the incoming information, normalize the stress associated with the […]
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as part of an effort to learn, i undertake a good amount of research on the nature and meaning of what it is to take refuge in the Three Jewels and to more deeply understand what they represent and how they provide that which is most helpful to the process of becoming. at every turn, […]
I enjoy a well-made movie. Not the action movies, where movement implies life and one lives vicariously through the somewhat unlikely deeds of a fictional ‘hero’, nor the special effect extravaganzas, where art enhances life to such a degree that one can never hope to meet its sparkly, almost viscid glory. But the movies where […]
The pungent aroma of curry chicken drifted through the apartment. We sat in silent appreciation ’round the little oak table, forks making intermittent passes through the savory heaps. Her eyes distant and slightly lowered, she concentrates on everything as if encountering it for the first time. The steam rises in fragrant breezes as we dine […]
deep within myself i look and with surprise see reflections of others looking back at me could it possible that we are reflections of one another trapped in various states of becoming?