When considering what it means to experience a second naïveté, my thoughts generally center on the mechanics of seeing. That is, what it means to see with fresh eyes: to be privy to the kind of penetrating and revelatory perception that is capable of discerning the magical in the everyday. A kind of unitive, playful, [...]
Tag: maslow
Return Flight
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 4/15/19 Spent the past week and a half traveling. I left home ten days ago armed with an iPad and a stack of books, eager to learn, write, create somewhere new (as time permitted, of course). What I experienced instead was an overwhelming desire to [...]
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 [...]
Midnight Chill
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 12/27/18 Winding down this evening by settling back into my writing routine. After a long day, I find it’s best to reconnect by writing longhand in a notebook. Reading Maslow and listening to some newly acquired vinyl. My mind is teeming with thoughts: First, self-actualization [...]
Quiet Hours
This post has been formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 12/10/2018 I've been so focused on Seven Road for the past few weeks, I've barely done any reading. Except occasional poetry. That required for intermittent study, inspiration, and inducing a more melodic state of mind. The poem, in its entirety, was such a soulful [...]
Afterhours
This post has been formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 11/23/18 It’s the night after Thanksgiving, and I’m embracing the slowness of it. Reading Maslow after a long workout. Motivation and Personality. Relieved of the anxiety that my first apple tarte tatin may not be holiday-worthy. (But, in fact, it was tasty and simpler [...]
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 [...]
Blink.
I continue to be surprised by the writings of Abraham Maslow. No more, perhaps, than by the depth of his interest in the intricacies of human sexuality. (Who knew?) In masculinity and femininity and their relationships to human motivation, creativity, growth, and self-knowledge. It was, in fact, from a brief analysis of male-female courtship or [...]
The Used Life 