Well hello there.
It's been a few months.
Where have I been? All over. Too run down. Too occupied. Also happily engaged, but overall, too too much, and too fast.
So I am back now. Memoir Mind has a post this week, too, and I am going to work at posting again regularly. So hi. Nice to see you again (or meet you the first time).
This week I've been thinking about transitions and expectations, and about speed and pacing. The image above comes from my annual coaching program, Return, and is an example of the weekly forum where folks can post on their intentions.
For me, I most recently noticed this in my transition from non-exercise to exercise.
Last year I learned to run again, and really (gulp) enjoyed it! Someone I was running with joked that she never thought of me as a runner - I seemed too, well, cerebral for that. I laughed too - though I now understand those two to not be in competition with each other, I was raised with that belief, too. I had intellectual parents and one older brother who thought and talked a lot and didn't exercise; I had another older brother who ran and did triathlons but didn't do a lot of philosophizing.
Where did I fit in?
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Friday, March 09, 2018
Sunday, May 26, 2013
End of In No Sense
Is
this the end of innocence? Or the end of confusion?
The
end of delusion or the end of illusion?
What
is innocence, anyway? In-no-sense. In no sense did I understand
what marriage entails. And in no sense is it a problem. And yet.
And yet. In some sense I thought I knew. That’s innocence – thinking we know?
Or is that arrogance? Innocence is not even knowing there’s something to think
or know about.
I
would not prefer innocence. That Buddhist adage – don’t start and if you do
start, get it over with quickly. Yeh. And yet, when I do slow down and realize
what is really going on, I am so grateful that I have developed skills to
notice. That I know something now, things I didn’t even realize one could know,
then. When I was innocent.
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