This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 4/19/19 Figured it out. What I was working toward on my return flight—the idea that was brewing but on which I hadn’t gained clarity sufficient to write. Returned to Rogers and Maslow. Re-reading them in conjunction with Huxley is illuminating. Also ordered Rogers’s Client-Centered Therapy. [...]
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Strata
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 3/23/19 I am engaged in the process of creating my own symbols. I’ve recognized it, albeit dimly, for awhile now, but the magnitude of such a revelation didn’t hit me squarely until just this morning. This goes beyond the creation of a personal myth. White [...]
New Endings
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 3/13/19 Feeling as though I’ve reached a turning point in my thinking. As if all this talk of being, becoming, actualizing one’s inherent potential, or instinctual personality, is really just tantamount to a kind of intuitive living. That really living intuitively—“from the gut,” as Carl [...]
Refractions
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 3/5/19 I have been focusing a great deal on experimenting with poetry lately. Trying new things with style, imagery. All in line with my inner voice. An observation: one’s inner voice can have varied forms of expression. And it is of the essence that I [...]
Iris
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 2/13/19 Got thinking about the importance of ritual, but through a different lens now. Returned briefly to Maslow’s Religion, Values, and Peak Experiences, always a gloriously eye-opening read for me. Some brief insights worth sharing. I feel as if a haze has been removed from [...]
Repetitions
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 2/9/19 A brisk and sunny Saturday, and I am reflecting on the importance of habits. Habits and how they either aid or hinder us in the pursuit of becoming. A thought: you don’t have to try nearly as hard when your habits are good. What [...]
Red Hen
I dash through the hallways of a professional building, as if being chased through the tunnels of a maze. Janitors, security guards, accountants, IT specialists, and one surgeon dressed in a blue gown. None of them seems to notice me nor care much about my comings and goings. I arrive at a chapel with a [...]
