“Sadness becomes a defect”… that’s the big lie. Every time something arises, the underlying story is this is somehow Christine’s fault. A pain in the knee this morning…”this is what happens when you let yourself get so out of shape”. Can see the reasons that habit developed but guess it doesn’t matter why. Just noticing. Thanks Vince
“Sadness becomes a defect”… that’s the big lie. Every time something arises, the underlying story is this is somehow Christine’s fault. A pain in the knee this morning…”this is what happens when you let yourself get so out of shape”. Can see the reasons that habit developed but guess it doesn’t matter why. Just noticing. Thanks Vince
Good 'seeing'. What is the nature of identification in this?
'She stood at the sink with the evening dishes and felt a tenderness she could not quite explain.
Toward the mind, maybe.
Toward the organism.
Toward all the years she had lived inside thought-made weather and called it fate.'