HeyJaredThe Wounds That Heal Me
Short subjects and poetry at the intersections of mental health, spirituality, and healing.
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Embracing the Nest of Nettles (opens the original)
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*follow-up to my post “Seeing Into the Nest of Nettles”So, I understand anxiety and self-doubt are core traits for me. This means I don’t always trust the next moment will bring security. Because of anxiety, I do my obsessive-comuplsive thing – I check internally if I’m square with the world, then pray to make myself right (then pray again and again for good measure).I think of the last video clip I saw of Buddhist teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh, an interview with Ram Dass. Ram asked the Vietnamese mo
journey to a green world (opens the original)
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The following is a poem. It is also a pretty succinct journal entry about a dream I had two nights ago.—in my dreamI leave this Earthand travel to another realmI'm greeted bythe green eyesof a green girlin a green worldHow did I get here?How far did I travel?It's not the distance,the girl says,It's the colorIt's - how did you shiftfrom a yellow sunto this green one?the answer lies withinfrom third chakrato fourthyou've taken a journeyfrom self and personal power
fragile blue drop (opens the original)
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there’s a right wayand a wrong wayto do thisshut your eyesor leave them openlove with all your heart and soulwhat you sense, what you thinkwhat comes each momentwhen you rise, when you walkwander, arrive, encounterwho you meet, who you leavewho leaves youwho displeases youlove the process most of allgrateful for this opportunity<spa
Seeing Into the Nest of Nettles (opens the original)
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I’ve been able, by some unspeakable grace, to take a step back from embroilment in the nest of my mind and the spiny nettles of my “situation” in life. My best guess is that “grace” has something to do with the two wings of the bird of transformation - self-effort and the gift of Spirit. And I guess, the tail of that bird, as well - the gift of desperation, wanting things to change. Wanting it enough to let go of old worn out habits.The situation, roughly, has been a Mobious strip of physical, m
in Indra’s net (opens the original)
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each of us, in every race, placemoment in time, reflectedin one anotherI pull one string, offer you a handand you move another to safetysomeone causes someone painand they in turninflict their own woundthe interactions are infinitecause and effect complexuntraceable, but in your body and mindsit for awhile, close your eyes and breathesee what you findyour own reactions slowwhat you put in and what you receivemore minutely knownto suffering, there seems no enddo less harm, do more goodself-examin
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