change therapy

there’s so much “me” in this head so much “i know” and “you don’t” – this gestalt, this entity they call “i” is full up, like a closet whose owner refuses to take those old rags to the sally ann. where is the “you”? where is “would you like?” not “but you should” where is [...]

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detlef cordes‘ outdoor office.  image by sabine langnau under creative commons license

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white and open, this sheet for me. forty-four years now of fascination and no end in sight. every time i see an open field like this, it fills me with anticipation. dream landscapes, i’m sure, completely sure, are ready under this thick snow blanket, ready to form and roll and move at any time. all [...]

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a few updates on MentalHealthCamp, the second vancouver conference on the intersection between social media and mental health, to be held on july 10. we have a motto! it is breaking our silence. setting us free. also, there will be a mental health camp in toronto – isn’t that cool?  it’s on may 28.  raul [...]

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when your voice doesn’t come out and you hear someone else sing and more voices run around in your mind when you see lights left right center when the rattling comes at you and the heat and the radiation when you keep beating up your head how can it work how are you supposed to [...]

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when i was in germany, i picked up a slim little book of poetry, die gebete der demut (prayers of humility) by french poet francis jammes.  he lived from 1868 to 1938.  the poetry foundation says about him that he was … best known for his poetry of the natural world, in which he praised [...]

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in the late 80s and early 90s i wrote an environmental column for a little independent vancouver newspaper, the revue, run by rod raglin. a propos of earth day, i thought i’d reprint one of the articles, written in 1990. since i just bought some great stuff at grand central today (including a pair of [...]

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image by sukanto debnath

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earlier this year, you heard me rave about therese borchard’s book beyond blue a few times. she has a new book out, the pocket therapist. i just received it and haven’t opened it yet. because i have so much trust in therese, i’ll do this: i’ll look at three random pages, tell you what i [...]

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blossoms, grass, wind – i inhale with all my pores this rich april night i’m not the only one writing haiku these days. disordered cosmos does, too, describing her (his?) PhD, the metaphoratorium has something to say about the rosetta stone, and these people do it all backwards.

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i wanted to stop this insanity and pushed and cajoled. myself, of course. no-one else is the maker, the doer, the procreator of this continuous dross. dross, people, is a mass of solid impurities that floats on molten metal. so this dross, it stuck to me in the form of wasting my time, treating it [...]

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i just finished reading norm amundson’s new book metaphor making. it is written to assist counsellors in making better use of metaphors and includes theoretical foundations and intervention exercises. the most interesting part (for me) were the forty metaphoric images that offer an in-depth practical and personal opportunity to experience working with metaphors. i’d like [...]

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it’s been two years now, i think, that i’ve been starting the buddhist carnival with a poem. this one i found when i was rooting around the buddhasphere in connection with the post on mice, death and neuroticism. when i first found the poem, i didn’t really want to post it. it starts like this [...]

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“i gotta quickly cobble together a blog post,” i said to gary. “like a shoe?” he asked. “i thought it’s wordless wednesday,” said tova.  “that’s why it says pink wednesday,” i replied. image by steven de polo

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turquoise alabaster veins run through a bright forest of rocks somewhere in a corner of my imagination. the cat makes cracking noises as she eats her food, the daughter clicks and clickclickclicks the mouse, and somewhere over in a corner of my imagination there sits a little treasure that i want to catch. the phone [...]

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