My personal staff consists of a mind, heart and body (MHB). Their job is to look after things so I’m free to be who I AM during this little sojourn. Altogether it’s a pretty good arrangement. Special props to B for digesting my food.
Most of the men I see for counselling acknowledge fear or anxiety as their least-controlled emotion. They see this as a personal problem but of course it isn’t; it’s environmental, structural, political. The chief difficulty with fear is that it turns men into slaves.
When we step into the present moment, we step out of time. When we’re out of time, which is how we reference past and future, we’re out of the personal. That feels good.
Is there anything more dispiriting than the attempt to rekindle romance?
Trying is failing.
And love is not personal.
How do we distinguish love from romance? First off, love makes no distinctions.