(Written in July 2006)
\nOne of the consequences of depression is I wake with sadness every morning.\u00a0 Sometimes I work on it in my journal.<\/p>\n
Morning sadness.\u00a0 Ache in my heart.
\nME: Heart, can you tell me what the ache is about?
\nHEART: I long to create widely, hugely.\u00a0 I long to love and see my love reflected in people having better lives.\u00a0 I want friends who share my vision and will co-create a new world with me.\u00a0 I want to spend all my time being creative, and not be wasting energy on \u201cbureaucratic\u201d tasks.\u00a0 I love the earth and it hurts to see people treating her with disrespect.\u00a0 It hurts that there are so many lives narrowed and stunted by the culture of empire.<\/p>\n
It helps to read something like this: (Written in July 2006) One of the consequences of depression is I wake with sadness every morning.\u00a0 Sometimes I work on it in my journal. Morning sadness.\u00a0 Ache in my heart. ME: Heart, can you tell me what the ache … Continue reading
\nFrom Crossing to Avalon, by Jean Shinoda Bolen<\/a>: \u201cIn musing about these remarkable gardens of Findhorn that grow out of a wasteland, I am reminded of how similarly remarkable it is when someone with a bleak and barren childhood, devoid of security and full of abuse, does not respond in kind by becoming a battering, abusive cynical adult but instead becomes a loving person who can trust others.\u00a0 It\u2019s a miracle when someone\u2019s life begins as a barren trash heap and ends up a garden.\u00a0 On seeing \u201cthe garden\u201d without knowing its history, we miss the meaning and wonder and inspiration that it exists at all, just as I almost did on seeing Findhorn<\/a>.\u201d (p212)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"