I’ve gotten in the habit of posting on Instagram once a day (occasionally twice, if inspiration moves me); so, every morning, as I am having coffee, I scroll through old blog posts looking for quotations. This morning, as I predictably scanned for Instagrammable one-liners, I found myself riveted by a discussion that I’d begun, but [...]
Category: personal growth and spirituality
Lo Buzz
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 11/1/18 I am convinced I do most of my best thinking in my sleep. Is this a terribly peculiar thing to say? I’ve gotten in the habit of keeping my notebook and pencil on the nightstand, within grabbing distance for bouts of 3 a.m. inspiration. [...]
Second Hand News
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry (and is titled affectionately, and I hope, appropriately, after the Fleetwood Mac song bearing the same name, to which I was listening at the time of publication). 10/9/18 On a train. Coming down from the mountains and remarkably unenthused about the return home. Reflecting on [...]
Nocturne
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 10/1/18 It’s finally starting to feel like fall. An airy afternoon run. Autumn leaves and a pleasant breeze. Getting deep into Carl Rogers’s On Becoming a Person. Fascinating. So much talk of feelings. Harmony of feelings. Integration, flow, and differentiation of feelings. I imagine it [...]
Sunday Sentimental
A slow Sunday. Sunny. I find myself in a contemplative mood. Listening to Miles Davis and sipping espresso in a local hangout. It feels as though my mind has been in a continuous idle hum since yesterday, having spent the greater part of the day delving into Rogers and Maslow. A great deal to consider. [...]
Pots of Gold
I've been going through an intensely creative phase lately. All poetry. Averaging nearly a poem a day. Reading Kerouac. Contemplating Maslow. Both now having stirred my interests in Buddhism. They make me want to retreat to the mountains and meditate. I remind myself that I've got a hiking trip coming up next month. My own [...]
On the Art of Travel
It occurs to me, having spent the greater part of my Sunday immersed in Paul Tillich’s The Courage to Be, trying to finesse a poem that simply won't come, and making heavy notations on Maslow’s thinking about the marriage of “higher living” and our instinctual lives (including his concept of “aggridants"), that it might be [...]
