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Not-so-silent observations that splinter my conversations. Harnessing the steady flow of random thoughts and musings that continuously interrupt my daily conversations. Paired here with my artwork and photographs from recent adventures. Non sequitur (pronounced \ˈnän-ˈse-kwə-tər\)- a response which, due to its apparent lack of meaning relative to its context, seems absurd to the point of being humorous or confusing.
Showing posts with label internal dialogue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label internal dialogue. Show all posts

Monday, June 7, 2010

THE WAY WE SEE







“The way that we see things today does not have to be the way we saw them yesterday. That is because the situations, our relationships to them, and we ourselves have changed in the interim. This notion of constant change suggests that we do not have to be discouraged.” T.K.V. Desikachar

How does my perspective affect how I see the world?

My attitude most definitely filters and transforms the events and my subsequent reactions. Distance and time shift my viewpoint...extending, expanding, distorting the edges like a fish eye lens.

Erasing the details and substituting generalizations, washes of feeling in their place. Like a familiar, well-worn chair our memories begin to conform to the frequent silent repetition of our story. Our internal dialogue creates its own mental pathway.

Straying perhaps slightly or at times grossly from the truth of the experience. A navigation system gone awry.

At times wishing I could simply remove this lens and swap out for another...is it that simple?!
And you? How do you shift your perspective or change your point of view?

Thursday, April 1, 2010

HUNGER


"The one I feed."

I am learning to feed myself.


There is a Native American parable about a grandfather who says, I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart.


One wolf is the voracious, vengeful, angry one.


The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one.”


When asked which wolf will win the fight in his heart, the old man replies, “The one I feed.”


Hunger pains.

How do we learn to “feed” the aspects of ourselves that heal us, that grow us, that help us to thrive?


I feel the wolves have an insatiable appetite!


I have been experimenting with thinking less, quieting my internal dialogue. Creating my artwork, walking and meditating are feeding this hunger to stay present. I feel as though it's a precarious walk along a very fine tight rope!


Which wolf are your feeding today?

What does your unger look, feel and sound like?