The Lessons We Learn from Narcissists

Have you met a narcissist? Have you had a relationship with a narcissist? Is the person whom you think is a narcissist really a narcissist or are you the narcissist who thinks that others are what you are? Has someone accused you of being a narcissist? Do you think you're a narcissist? If you think... Continue Reading →

The View from Other Eyes

There are images which I hold in my mind's eye of moments that stood out somehow and burned themselves into the inner retina. Some are silly, some serious, most are a mix of the two. Some only belong to me, or at least it seems that way, while some are part of the collective... .... Continue Reading →

The Ordinary Way

Do you ever think about all the images which bombard your mind on a daily basis? The images don't have to be actual photographs, they can be words which conjure up pictures, or a snapshot which your eyes or another of your senses (or a couple or all of them together) take and translate into... Continue Reading →

Love and the Narcissist’s Child

. Can you recall the moment that the concept of Love first became a conscious consideration for you? When did you start thinking about Love? When did you become aware that a certain sensation was a feeling called Love? And when did you begin conjuring up the image in your mind’s eye of the one... Continue Reading →

To a brave man every soil forms his country

The title of this post comes from a translation on the back of a Japanese wall hanging... . . which was given to my partner, long before I met him, by his father, who also received it as a gift from one of the friends he made when he worked for a Japanese company. It's... Continue Reading →

What Would You Like Me to Write About?

The other day I wrote a post about how blogs are people, how what you find on a blog reflects the person behind the blog who experiences all the ups, downs, and usual merry-go-round of being a human living life. I know that's obvious but sometimes the obvious gets obscured by... by what? By all... Continue Reading →

Blogs are People

We, the people... shouldn't that be... We are people... ? because we are people, aren't we? and the 'the' just sounds like... (a band name) . . something which separates us from who we are... together and apart... a typically human experience... disconnected even when connected... and that kind of connected disconnectedness leaks out... Continue Reading →

The Simple Charm of the Daisy

. “The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.” ― Thérèse de Lisieux . Do you like to keep things simple or... Continue Reading →

The Sense of Being Heard

Every time I learn a life lesson, when it sinks in, penetrates my thick skull, works its ways through the pink labyrinth inside, and reaches the part of me which can rewire my system, albeit in a jerry-rigging manner, I inevitably find myself wondering why on earth I didn't understand it before... . “I've been... Continue Reading →

the curse of the gypsy blood

. “There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And... Continue Reading →

How to Deal with the Mental Mayhem of Mercury Square Mars

. I keep trying to write this post... (seems to me your 'trying' is trying of a different sort and that's about it) but I keep getting interrupted... ('distracted' would be more precise) mostly by the sort of interruptions which I create for myself... (do you really need to stretch your 'legs' again - see... Continue Reading →

To find a form that accommodates the mess…

. “To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.” ― Samuel Beckett . Why do we like circles? Is it because we're made of them... whenever scientists show us what we're made of it always seems to involve circles... Why aren't we circular if we're made of... Continue Reading →

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