Once upon a time there was a man. He was hurt, at some point. He felt alone, or chided, or shamed. The feeling congealed into a shadow, and it followed him. The man would wonder, at certain points in his life, what was wrong with him. He would notice the shadow, nosing behind him like …
There is an invisible world out there, and we are living in it. If we hurt, if we know loneliness, if we feel shame or alienation or abandonment in our heart, we’ve simply forgotten the invisible, or started to say it isn’t true because it isn’t solid. Apology shocks us out of our empirical, ego …
Shame is its own country. It has currency, language, customs. Most of its territory is a swamp, and one could get lost there, forever. I ask myself the questions: why do some people heal, why can’t all, why do we hurt, why do we hurt one another. All the typical how is this human thing …
All day I have been wondering about hell, and suffering. It is easy to get caught up in pain. But today I saw more of it than I felt. A girlfriend has her baby two and a half months to early and she weighs just over a pound. An aunt is diagnosed with cancer. My …
