You're not a failure
just because you're not
where you thought you'd be by now.
vrijdag 18 februari 2022
This post is for anyone who is learning how the performance of a self care routine doesn’t automatically make you feel better.
This post is for anyone who has unsuccessfully tried to calm themselves by taking a deep breath.
This is for anyone who has tried breathwork, yoga, or meditation and has become dysregulated by a process of quieting the mind or inviting stillness into the body.
This is for anyone who has had difficulty shutting their eyes during a relaxation exercise or has struggled to face their negative thoughts during a mindfulness exercise.
This is for those who are chronically busy & overworked who choose not to take vacation because they know they’ll get sick or restless as soon as they slow down.
This is for those who experience chronic pain which is exacerbated by a constant speeding & slowing of the nervous system (our circulatory, digestive, lymphatic and immune systems feel the impact of this too).
This is for those who identify with being in a chronic state of stress and burnout that traditional self care doesn’t seem to solve.
This is for those whose nervous systems have a different plan than our brain or schedule allows.
This is for anyone who has felt the harmful impacts of a health culture obsessed with healing and feeling better but does not allow for hardship and the nuance of the human experience.
This is for those who know that self care does not replace community care.
This is for those who need a reminder that they’re not broken.
This is for those who just need a break but are unfortunately unable to (for whatever reason).
This is for those who need a reminder that the systems of the body will adjust to the environments and life circumstances we’re confronted with.
This is a reminder that self care is not the be-all-and-end-all. Sometimes it’s what we need. And sometimes it’s not.
This is a reminder to find your peace, find your people, and find your place
Naima Joris kiest voor een tekst van Hadewijch:
Ach, kindlief, ik vraag u vòòr alles dat ge u hoedt voor onstandvastigheid.
Niets kon noch kan u zo snel van Onze Heer scheiden als onstandvastigheid.
Overkomt u iets onaangenaams, sta dan niet zo eigenzinnig stil bij uzelf dat ge er ook maar één ogenblik gaat aan twijfelen dat je iets minder bent dan het Grote God Geheel, in de werkelijkheid van de minne, zodat ge uit twijfel of eigenzinnigheid iets goeds zou nalaten.
Want verlaat ge u op de minne, dan zult ge spoedig volwassen worden.
Blijft ge echter in twijfel staan, dan wordt ge traag en weerspannig, en
al wat ge te doen hebt staat u tegen. Wees over niets bezorgd. Geloof
niet dat iets van wat nodig is voor wat gij op het oog hebt zo uw kracht
te boven gaat dat ge het niet overwint of zo uw mogelijkheden te buiten
gaat dat ge het niet bereikt.
Zo vurig en doortastend moet ge zijn, steeds weer met nieuwe kracht.
donderdag 17 februari 2022
The idea is the whole thing.
If you stay true to the idea, it tells you everything you need to know, really.
You just keep working to make it look like that idea looked, feel like it felt, sound like it sounded, and be the way it was.
And it’s weird, because when you veer off, you sort of know it.
You know when you’re doing something that is not correct because it feels incorrect.
It says, 'No, no; this isn’t like the idea said it was.'
And when you’re getting into it the correct way, it feels correct.
It’s an intuition: You feel-think your way through.
You start one place, and as you go, it gets more and more finely tuned.
But all along it’s the idea talking.
At some point, it feels correct to you.
And you hope that it feels somewhat correct to others.
- David Lynch -
NITCH
woensdag 16 februari 2022
dinsdag 15 februari 2022
'Ik is een ander' van Fernando Pessoa
Ik walg van het idee van reizen.
De enige reiziger met een waarachtige ziel die ik heb gekend, was een loopjongen op een ander kantoor. Hij verzamelde reclamefolders van steden en landen, had landkaarten, uit kranten en tijdschriften geknipte foto's van landschappen, tekeningen van exotische klederdrachten, afbeeldingen van boten en schepen.
Uit naam van een verzonnen of misschien wel bestaand kantoor, ging hij de reisbureaus af en vroeg informatie over reizen naar Italië, folders over India, boekjes met de lijndiensten tussen Portugal en Australië.
Niet alleen was hij de grootste, want meest waarachtige reiziger die ik ooit heb gekend, hij was ook een van de gelukkigste mensen die het mij gegeven is te ontmoeten. Ik vind het jammer dat ik niet weet wat er van hem is geworden. Het is alleszins mogelijk dat hij inmiddels heeft gereisd met zijn lichaam, hij die zo goed wist te reizen met zijn ziel. Maar misschien herinnert hij zich ooit, wanneer hij oud is, dat dromen over Bordeaux niet alleen beter is, maar waarachtiger is dan uitstappen in Bordeaux.
... And after a long time the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you-
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree.
"You cannot swing on them-"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree.
"You cannot climb-"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am an old stump. I am sorry..."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet pleace to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is a good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
- Shel Silverstein - The Giving Tree -
maandag 14 februari 2022
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do…
determined to save
the only life you could save.
- Mary Oliver - The Journey -
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