Death in Love

Love is The funeral pyre Where I have laid my living body. All the false notions of myself That once caused fear, pain, Have turned to ash As I neared God. What has risen From the tangled web of thought and sinew Now shines with jubilation Through the eyes of angels And screams from the guts of Infinite existence Itself. Love is the funeral pyre Where the heart must lay Its body." -Hafiz A new revelation to self is a recurring theme of funeral pyres. As I fall deep into it I am trying to understand that there is Death in Love. Clarissa Pinkola Estes (Jungian psychologist) writes about this in Women Who Run with the Wolves (Ch Skeleton Woman) and so does Hafiz, the Sufi poet.

Belongingness

How do you belong? how do you fit in? 

What is your tolerance level of wanting to be like 'them'? 

When do you want to stop being yourself?

Where would you like to go?

Who do you think belongs with you?

Why do you stop being yourself?

Closing cases and letting go.

Acute psychiatry unit teaches you about letting go of the relationships. Sometimes you meet them only for 1 session, and you keep questioning the purpose of your existence as a 'therapist'. For better or worse, it is the way it is. In professional and personal life. You can't hold on to anything, Ever.

Also, I'm far away from home, i.e. India transitioning to another home Art Therapy (here in US),
"the other side"... 

life is changing

What are the odds of meeting you?

None.

Probably.

The story of God

I have been following this TV series The Story of God by Morgan Freeman. What struck me today was the statement

"Birds are flown and fishes are swum"...

any thoughts?

Finally!! I grabbed my copy and read it immediately... breathing a sigh of relief after having read it! It was strange about feeling that Part 4 was always there (or maybe I didn't remember where it ended before reading the new edition). Needs no justification or explanation. 

It's also feels complete now that i think back and realize that strangely i never kept JLS for myself. Always read it in a library and gifted it to friends. Time is a mysterious entity i guess ;)

JLS is a treasure... will always be... so close to my heart! :)

Afterall...

More than anything else, Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly.

PS: Thanks to Sito, else I would have totally missed out on this considering how lost I usually am from the real world. :D