Yesterday was a rough day. My elderly 19-year-old dog peed AND pooped in my car. 🙁 In a fit of exasperation–having too much to do, it was terribly hot out, and I needed to pack for a trip–when I cleaned up the poop I threw out the feathers that I’d found in the days after my mother died last year. Since then, the three clients I’ve worked with have all had feather images come up in their sessions.
Don’t tell me there isn’t a Spirit world. ????
Psychologist David Premack writes, “The original and basic unit of mental activity, which remains the psyche’s preferred way of operating, is the image.” Humans have been accessing inner images since pre-historic times when tribes painted visions onto cave walls. In the case of every scientific discovery which has been researched carefully, it has been found…
These are photomicography–photographs from microscopes. I especially like the Differentiation of Unicellular Dictyostelium. Looks like penguins (or ducks?) ice skating. The photos speak for themselves. Enjoy.
“The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it.” ~ James Baldwin (1924-1987) Frank Zappa said, Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.” Let’s make places where the oddballs fit. And change the world.
Today a 105-year old woman told me that the key to happiness is having a peaceful heart. I agree…yet sometimes my heart’s choices are entirely opposite what my mind thinks I should be doing. For example, my mind tells me I should live in the city because it’d be better for my career…but my heart…
I’ve worked directly with metaphor for 30 years, both professionally and personally, and there’s one image that has never let me go: I’m a plant rooted in rich, fertile soil. On a personal level, when I don’t know what to do or something in life is troubling me, all I need is to open myself…
My first degree was in Computer Science and my first job after completing the degree was for an aerospace company. After the thrill of my first real job wore off, I realized I felt trapped. It felt “small”–there was no “path” there that I was interested in pursuing. The job that looked right on…