The unedit post - better late than never

My post represents the jumble that was my week.

Insomnia and work, meetings at seven in the morning, class till nine at night. Assignments to finish. New ways of thinking. Small victories over self. Compassion towards myself when I need it. Letting arguments drift away rather than pinning them down.

A friend did not get the job she wanted. Both me and Florian have the flu. I had two assignments to finish this weekend. Both interesting. One on strategies to actively engage with text while reading. The other on the key points and strengths and weaknesses of psychodynamics versus behaviourism.

"Final truths do not seem to be given to us finite human beings, except perhaps in mathematics"

Ten Theories of Human Nature - Leslie Stevenson & David L Haberman

Last night there was a lot of lightning and a little rain. This morning a slight mistiness in the air and the smell of wet leaves. In the afternoon the remaining yellow leaves turn the sky into the blue of a kimono.

I am learning to be patient. Not to panic that I'll get stuck in the frenzy of being, that I will loose my way back. I listen quietly to the wind through the trees and the small put powerful voice of my heart.

I'm a bit late with the nomination of five blogs that make me think but I would like to mention them anyway. All eight of them.

NotSoSage Even though she was the one who nominated me, my list would not be complete without her. She makes me question and challenge established ways of thinking.

Thailand gal She is always honest and real and full of interesting contradictions.

One plus two I owe Jen so much. For introducing me to a new blogging world, for giving social responsibility a human heart and for sharing moments of pure joy.

La vie en Rose She writes poetry that makes my heart turn over. My recent favourites: The body knows and A place with no roads.
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My Marrakesh A new discovery writing from Morocco. Her posts and accompanying photographs remind me how beautiful life can and should be. Like finding a small Persian carpet rolled up and tucked into the post box.

Waiting on the front porch The heart of a lioness. Courage in facing the small battles that make up the everyday and reflecting their magic back into her words.

Third Story Nothing I could say will truly convey the honesty and empathy of Emily's poems.

Little Pea She keeps me smiling which I really need right now.

Forgive me the briefness of this post. My brain is refusing to think deeply tonight and I would like to humour her. She deserves it.

But one day soon I will live the below. Every day.

“It is simply your flawless, present awareness, cognizant and empty, naked and aware”

The Tibetan book of living and dying - Sogyal Rinpoche