Neurological Gestalt
So I have this re-occurring theme in my work regarding changing an old way of being and becoming something new, which is not surprising as that pretty much sums up reasons why people come to therapy in the first place. The reason I bring it up is that the idea of changing who were we are is questionable in of itself. As I...
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So I have this re-occurring theme in my work regarding changing an old way of being and becoming something new, which is not surprising as that pretty much sums up reasons why people come to therapy in the first place. The reason I bring it up is that the idea of changing who were we are is questionable in of itself. As I...
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sinner:
Thank you for the love on my new set "Rain Dance" 
To paraphrase Lennon (John that is): "I am just sittin' here watching [the thought machine] go 'round and roundI really love to watch them roll. No longer riding on the merry-go-round. I just had to let it go"
Of course that song is not about the thought machine, but that is how I feel and that is what meditation does for me today. My thoughts...
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Of course that song is not about the thought machine, but that is how I feel and that is what meditation does for me today. My thoughts...
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sparkl:
Thank you for the reminder - I need to sit and still my mind as well. It has taken me for a wild ride lately. Thank you for the nice comment as well!
tylermk19:
ditto something that has been so beneficial for me over the years. I might see if there's an app for guided med I could use, cheers
I was just tossing some thoughts around about attachment and thought I would share.
Attachment
Everyone experiences emotional attachment. It is the first thing a baby does when it comes out of the womb: it cries and then attaches to the mother (hopefully). In psychological terms one view of the attachment process is as a means of affect regulation. A person experiences anxiety, which drives...
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Attachment
Everyone experiences emotional attachment. It is the first thing a baby does when it comes out of the womb: it cries and then attaches to the mother (hopefully). In psychological terms one view of the attachment process is as a means of affect regulation. A person experiences anxiety, which drives...
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paprika:
Really interesting blog, perfect timing for me... my uncle is very sick at the hospital. I found some comfort on your words, thank you. Also wanted to thank you for your support and your love on my set, I really appreciate it
Monday quote from work:
"So I am not admitting I did what they say I did last week, but if I did do it I wanted your clinical opinion: Would that have been considered a psychotic episode or sociopathic?"
My answer was, "Psychotic."
"Crap, I am psychotic!"
I guess sociopaths have more street cred or something.
It should be an interesting week...
On another up...
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"So I am not admitting I did what they say I did last week, but if I did do it I wanted your clinical opinion: Would that have been considered a psychotic episode or sociopathic?"
My answer was, "Psychotic."
"Crap, I am psychotic!"
I guess sociopaths have more street cred or something.
It should be an interesting week...
On another up...
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"Future so bright gotta wear shades."
Big successes in my life always bring big fear. I am learning to live with complements, but somewhere in the back of my mind I can't help but feel like someone is going to find me out.
But this time it seems all my hard work is beginning to pay off, as people I don't even know are saying...
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Big successes in my life always bring big fear. I am learning to live with complements, but somewhere in the back of my mind I can't help but feel like someone is going to find me out.
But this time it seems all my hard work is beginning to pay off, as people I don't even know are saying...
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I like these grey days in the Tenderloin. People are strangely calmer and the whole vibe is much more relaxed. I get some days off and hopefully going to stuff myself with Turkey and get some decent sleep.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Empty syringe
Hope's bastion
preparing for a siege.
armory of hearts
looted, waiting to attack
the barriers of loneliness
She sits in her empty apartment
staring at walls without space
desperate to remain alone
frighten by the capacity
of her own desires
a bad history lay waste
in the fog of her mind's history
A promise of intimacy
the fallacy of heroin's name
not really...
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Hope's bastion
preparing for a siege.
armory of hearts
looted, waiting to attack
the barriers of loneliness
She sits in her empty apartment
staring at walls without space
desperate to remain alone
frighten by the capacity
of her own desires
a bad history lay waste
in the fog of her mind's history
A promise of intimacy
the fallacy of heroin's name
not really...
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It is strange business I am in. I sit with unimaginable suffering most days of the week. It is both external kind of suffering of those who live on the street and the internal kind of suffering that has no reason, but is constructed originally as a barrier against pain, but then becomes strangely a source of pain. I cannot ethically give concrete examples to...
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andthen:
This stuff is difficult for sure. We have some confidence we could never be them, but then again, look how close we all are.
Hold your ground, and trust your foundation. It's a good one I suspect, even if there may be times when it's solidity feels less firm than at others.
Hope without expectation : I believe this is a legitimate stance in such work.
And I don't think it removes us or delegitimizes what we hope to do.
Hold your ground, and trust your foundation. It's a good one I suspect, even if there may be times when it's solidity feels less firm than at others.
Hope without expectation : I believe this is a legitimate stance in such work.
And I don't think it removes us or delegitimizes what we hope to do.
There there
she dressed alone
the shades wide open
Hoping someone wanted to see
He screamed in a crowd
Without opening his mouth
Afraid someone wanted to see
There dancing in the street
I leaped to close the opening
Desperate someone wanted to see
she dressed alone
the shades wide open
Hoping someone wanted to see
He screamed in a crowd
Without opening his mouth
Afraid someone wanted to see
There dancing in the street
I leaped to close the opening
Desperate someone wanted to see
By the River
The face pale, confused
Pearl blue peering between
wet strands of hair,
clack, clack, clack
the screen door tapping
rhythm winds from the rain
behind her
remind me of a bird
I once tried to save,
bouncing around
in my grandfather's shoebox
in the middle of the night
I couldn't sleep
so I let her go...
Yet she keeps coming through
The...
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The face pale, confused
Pearl blue peering between
wet strands of hair,
clack, clack, clack
the screen door tapping
rhythm winds from the rain
behind her
remind me of a bird
I once tried to save,
bouncing around
in my grandfather's shoebox
in the middle of the night
I couldn't sleep
so I let her go...
Yet she keeps coming through
The...
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flux:
I do, but they didn't show up in the light. I'll try to do a reading, though!
Standing Eiffel
Your transparent,
unshakeable
Figure drawing
my gaze transfixed,
An impoverished
skin seeks the sun
your smile opens
Coy at its edge
eyes sell naivet,
but brow wrinkles
it's concern
A memory breath
Look away 'fore
Longing shreds
the remains of
my will- standing
ground of a
dedicated man
Your transparent,
unshakeable
Figure drawing
my gaze transfixed,
An impoverished
skin seeks the sun
your smile opens
Coy at its edge
eyes sell naivet,
but brow wrinkles
it's concern
A memory breath
Look away 'fore
Longing shreds
the remains of
my will- standing
ground of a
dedicated man
The last time I saw you
there was no pain,
nothing seemed hidden behind the smiles
what was it you couldn't talk about?
For years, preachin' to those kids
"never shoot alone,"
they found you in the bathroom,
fuckin' Narcan in your bag
slumped over,
the blue faded from your eyes
aganst all advice
alone...
The thing that gets me the most
is not the...
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there was no pain,
nothing seemed hidden behind the smiles
what was it you couldn't talk about?
For years, preachin' to those kids
"never shoot alone,"
they found you in the bathroom,
fuckin' Narcan in your bag
slumped over,
the blue faded from your eyes
aganst all advice
alone...
The thing that gets me the most
is not the...
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flux:
Indeedy, I'm reading Integral Spirituality right now. Is very, very good.
I wuv Coyote.
I wuv Coyote.