HeyJaredA Compassionate Consent to Reality
Sharing the building blocks of my writing project - a contemplative path to healing and maturing.
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We All Need Liberation Psychology - Pt. 1 (opens the original)
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Liberation psychology has its origins in poverty and violence, and it’s often defined as an approach that is oriented toward solidarity with those who are oppressed. But as someone who agrees with Wendell Berry that we’re pretty much all now being colonized by Empire (see my last article) — by the greed and exploitation of a dehumanizing economic system — I think a liberation psychology approach is desperately needed for all of us. It’s not at all that I’m saying we’re innocent victims. We’re in
Are We Listening? (opens the original)
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We love Wendell Berry and pay him tribute, but are we listening? Or are we just romanticizing someone with integrity who loved the land?My appreciation for Wendell Berry began when I first read his opening essay in The Unsettling of America (1977) shortly after I’d moved to a small rural property in New Brunswick in the mid-80s and started keeping hens, raising our own vegetables, and writing a garden column for a small town paper. I’d grown up in a small suburban bungalow in Winnipeg, the child
We Find Ourselves by Listening (opens the original)
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While I know that many of you can relate, some people find it strange when they hear that I’m normally in the middle of about a half dozen non-fiction books at any given time (usually plus two fiction books). One thing that I love about this is the way simultaneous reading creates juxtapositions of thought: paradoxes stand out and important ideas get lit up from multiple points of view. It inspires creative thinking, and I’d never give this up. So join me as ideas spiral among four authors I’ve
The Inward Music (opens the original)
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It happened on probably the third or fourth time that I encountered this line from a Rumi poem: We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.What dawned on me was that “the inward music” might be the best way that I’d stumbled on to refer to Something More, to the essence that we try to grasp when we refer, in our unknowing, to “God.” I’m inclined to think that when we ignore the near-universal sense that there is a Source of meaning and love beyond our understanding
A Window in the Centre of My Chest (opens the original)
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[Reprint from my old blog: August, 2020 — added as a companion piece for my recent post on “The Inward Music”]Yesterday, I had a shallow hole cut in the centre of my chest. It was for a very low-risk biopsy; by itself, this is no news worth sharing.However, a little over a month earlier, I was sitting in my dermatologist’s waiting room to check out what was probably an “age spot” that was just a little wonkier than average.1 I pulled ou
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