Depression is a cancer of the soul. Yet you are not it. No cancer patient is cancer. Depression is barnacles encrusted around a boat’s hull. After a while, they seem and feel like a part of the ship. But they aren’t. With effort, they may be scraped off, revealing the boat underneath. So with depression and anxiety and fear and doubt. You’ve worn it like a coat of armor. Now, it feels inseparable from you. But it’s NOT you. Take a deep breath. Then, look at your pain. Hold it up to… Read More
Pick a tree. Now, look at it. Really look at it. Imagine being it. Imagine being a tiny acorn, a lifetime of potential encased in its shell. Imagine sprouting. Growing. Evolving. Imagine doing so effortlessly, without struggle or exertion. It is just you…unfolding. Every time you see a tree, trust this. Trust that you, too, are unfolding. Trust that you, too, are becoming who you are. Trust that your struggles are just growing pains, plus the occasional thunderstorm. Breathe. Trust. Unfold.
Breathe. Whisper this to yourself. Tattoo it on your heart. Breathe. Forget your tangled thicket of thought. Forget your confusion, and your doubt, and your fear. Forget all that isn’t you… …and BREATHE. In. Out. Hold. Repeat. Follow your breath through every step of its journey. Accompany it as it enters your lungs. Feel yourself expand, bigger, bigger, so much bigger than what troubles you. Hold it. Revel in its fullness. Then exhale… …and let go. Fill up. Let go. Repeat. Such is the rhythm of healing. Honor your pain. Honor your anxiety. But… Read More
[E]verything you ask and pray for, believe that you have it already, and it will be yours. And when you stand in prayer, forgive whatever you have against anybody, so that your Father in heaven may forgive your failings too. –MARK 11:24-25 “[B]elieve that you have it already, and it will be yours.” This line appears ad nauseam in almost all self-help/New Age literature. Very rarely, however, does anyone cite what follows: “And when you stand in prayer, forgive whatever you have against anybody, so that your Father in heaven may forgive your… Read More
No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart… –Alan Watts The Scavenger Guilt stalks the past. It roots around with its pain-encrusted snout. The more decayed the cadavers of my mistakes, the more gleefully guilt sniffs them out. The Scavenger then dumps them in the central square of my awareness. My heart bears the weight of a billion universes. The detritus of the past coats my face, clogs my pores, suffocates me breath by frantic, gasping breath. I shrivel, become insubstantial, insignificant, unworthy. I am nothing, … Read More