Decades later, I still remember being at a conference and having had some terrible experience with a man. My therapist was there and I went looking for him to tell him I was miserable and needed help. He said he would help me. He gave me a big slap on my rear and said, "Cheer up!" I'd say that to you, but since you don't read comments, oh well...
I have grown older hoping for yours, but my 91-year-old wrinkles smoothed out a bit reading your comment. (Tell no one. Feel relatively safe here, spilling beans I don't usually do since it's mostly you and me here.
Hope you’ll dive deeper into this arena. Protective thinking supports the illusion that attention is not scattered and that critical thinking is a waste of time
My goodness, you slowed my breathing and brought a tear to my tired eye, you old wise man. First, I hear you, and I, too, am weary - as are an army of others, often just beyond our reach, or ken.
What you have so beautifully done, as seen from my shrinking piece of dry ground, is describe the stages of humanity that surrounds us, and is us. To do so, without dependency upon a framework well researched, published, and rigorously debated is not only the best confirmation I can imagine, but a true sign of what might be called a perspective coming from second tier, integral, construct-aware moving to unitive. For me, and others who I have spoken at this point on the trail, it is somehow a less acutely painful process than other perspective and worldview transitions, but it is a chronically progressive ache of the soul, a weariness, a feeling sometimes of "all this knowledge, this framing and pattern recognition, this inspection of the world and this introspection of the self, and now what do I make of this". It is felt by people like myself as an overwhelm, sometimes an isolation, as a desire for one more layer of meaning that I, we, can't imagine where it might come from.
You must write more about this, perhaps another book formed around such experience. Onward, but it is important to sit along the river on a regular basis, too.
Decades later, I still remember being at a conference and having had some terrible experience with a man. My therapist was there and I went looking for him to tell him I was miserable and needed help. He said he would help me. He gave me a big slap on my rear and said, "Cheer up!" I'd say that to you, but since you don't read comments, oh well...
I didn't say that I don't read some comments young lady!
I have grown older hoping for yours, but my 91-year-old wrinkles smoothed out a bit reading your comment. (Tell no one. Feel relatively safe here, spilling beans I don't usually do since it's mostly you and me here.
Mum's the word Sue.
Hope you’ll dive deeper into this arena. Protective thinking supports the illusion that attention is not scattered and that critical thinking is a waste of time
My goodness, you slowed my breathing and brought a tear to my tired eye, you old wise man. First, I hear you, and I, too, am weary - as are an army of others, often just beyond our reach, or ken.
What you have so beautifully done, as seen from my shrinking piece of dry ground, is describe the stages of humanity that surrounds us, and is us. To do so, without dependency upon a framework well researched, published, and rigorously debated is not only the best confirmation I can imagine, but a true sign of what might be called a perspective coming from second tier, integral, construct-aware moving to unitive. For me, and others who I have spoken at this point on the trail, it is somehow a less acutely painful process than other perspective and worldview transitions, but it is a chronically progressive ache of the soul, a weariness, a feeling sometimes of "all this knowledge, this framing and pattern recognition, this inspection of the world and this introspection of the self, and now what do I make of this". It is felt by people like myself as an overwhelm, sometimes an isolation, as a desire for one more layer of meaning that I, we, can't imagine where it might come from.
You must write more about this, perhaps another book formed around such experience. Onward, but it is important to sit along the river on a regular basis, too.