Category: Wrecks & Reversals

  • Healing

    Healing

    I am ill because of wounds to the soul.

  • Breaking Up

    Breaking Up

    Without psychological separation, we don’t know where we end and the other person begins. Our projections veil the reality of things until we withdraw them and set ourselves and others free.

  • Letting Go

    Letting Go

    When the basis of one or more habits decays or disappears, we discover we don’t know who we are any more.

  • Hour of Lead

    Hour of Lead

    Unfortunately, we don’t get to choose the means of our transitions and transformations. What changes us is proportionate to our own nature.

  • Saturday Morning

    Saturday Morning

    Wouldn’t it be nice if things just took care of themselves, did their jobs, worked as programmed? Wouldn’t it be nice if things just went as planned?

  • The Hidden Seed

    The Hidden Seed

    Devastating losses in the temporal world have led to corresponding psychological losses, so that a person experiences a state of nearly complete loss of ego identity and identification with the material world.

  • Things Fall Apart

    Things Fall Apart

    If you have ever lost anything of great substance, ever experienced the dissolution of an important relationship or the death of a beloved, you’ve known what it is to sink to your lowest point.

  • Flannel Shirt

    Flannel Shirt

    The flannel shirts I’ve seen on my husband and on working men in my dreams are speaking. I see the flannel shirt. I can feel its fabric in my hands, and I’m driving down the street in the rain and suddenly I’m crying. I can’t stop the tears.

  • Fear is the Mind-Killer

    Fear is the Mind-Killer

    Now that I have been a widow for a year and a half, I’ve been reminded yet again about how fragile life is, and more specifically how fragile I am. I am a limited resource, living on limited resources.

  • Perspective

    Perspective

    Last week, I accompanied my son to the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland, where he’ll experience what’s known as “plebe summer,” an intense and grueling introduction to military life that precedes the academic year. We walked across the still campus together at 6:00 a.m., for he had been ordered to report for his […]