The stories we tell ourselves
The stories we tell ourselves are compelling. They shape how we see the world, ourselves and each other. They are hard to unsee, but are they serving us well? What’s the fruit?
The stories we tell ourselves are compelling. They shape how we see the world, ourselves and each other. They are hard to unsee, but are they serving us well? What’s the fruit?
Don’t worry, this isn’t a big philosophical rant, though maybe it’s a timely exploration. While I don’t have the answer, I do know a little about the environment, the landscape in which we are formed. Sure, our individual genesis gave us our DNA. And we didn’t have much control over our experiences in childhood. Actually, …
I’ve been carrying this question around for a while. In various posts and poems, I’ve ended with the sense that somehow the world is waiting for us to step up and step out. To begin. To create new paths. To continue to pursue this different way of being. But who exactly is that? And does …
Don’t be fooled; new beginnings rarely happen with a splash. Yes, when innovation and new ways of doing things start to gain traction, they may appear like a bolt out of the blue. But that’s not the genesis. They start with the tiniest of insights that just catch our attention and stir our curiosity. And …
There are limitless possibilities within each of us and, if we give ourselves any chance at all, it is unknown what we are capable of. From Walking the Pastures of Wonder by John O’Donohue and John Quinn What a beautiful thought for a damp Welsh morning. The closing in of the season and the world …
‘And suddenly you know: it is time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings’ ‘Be willing to be a beginner every single morning’ Today I am grateful for these beautiful words of wisdom from Meister Eckhart – the medieval priest and mystic, who was branded as a heretic in his day.