Archive for July 2012

Bushel etc…….

July 20, 2012

I’ll get to the bushel later, let’s talk dreidels first..

Gordon popped over this morning. Car not drivable at the moment so he generously offered to collect me from sainsbury’s when I’d done my shopping. Or, as actually occurred, arrive 10 minutes before me and accompany me around the store.

Over several cups of coffee we chatted about this and that. The topic to share today was this: Yesterday I came across a guy called Tony Robbins who is an experienced broadcaster and practioner in relation to ‘strategic interventions’. He & his colleague were sharing their broad approach whilst focussing on a woman who suffered from depression.

At a particular point he raised the concept of the ‘crazy 8’ – two circles of physiology + mental focus + language that = a depressive syndrome – from passive sadness, hopelessness, despair and powerless vulnerability to active determination, anger and empowerment – back, of course, to depression in the passive state etc.

In particular in this case he noticed that the woman in question fiercely protected her depressed state.

Eureka – he introduced and explained ‘the crazy 8’.

The day has rushed by and now I shall have to continue tomorrow.

Sleep Well Everyone – thanks for being so patient during our fallow period 🙂

Draft Dilemma…

July 1, 2012
tree protection

tree under control


July 1st 2012: Excerpt from unpublished work.

Dilemma: The project for Renata Aazman weighs upon me. I can’t have the draft I sent her published because her criticisms were spot on – I don’t want to publish so ungracefully and one sidedly. I don’t want to be in battle. I need to lay down arms. I need to move on. Yet I need to be an author in this (her) anthology – I need to be in a place where that is appropriate, not in a place I will later regret.

Anyhow, that’s not why I came back to this page. I returned with an amused recognition about my creative blocks. May God forgive me for them – and that’s not blasphemy that’s genuine prayer. Nonetheless, the prayer takes a light hearted turn.


Diagnosis Hopelessness

I’m so powerless it exhausts me.
The grass grows despite me,
Taller every day,
Waving at my cares, carelessly
As if to force me to see
It’s free

The honeysuckle on the lilac tree
Is strangling its delicate flowers
The tree will soon be dead
So strong is that persistent honeysuckle
So weak the perishing lilac tree.

You’d think that I could overcome
that little piece of grass but its an army
advancing and looming
like the honeysuckle on the tree
And thus I have no possible chance
Of saving the beleaguered lilac tree

Fear not, however. I have prowess
In relation to the sunshine
Who smiles at all who venture out
And touches all their hearts:
I stay in resolutely
It has no power over me.

I am fear and shadow
How can the sun reach me?

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