Useless Information

Psychotherapy is a waste of time it always ends in a history lesson. Self-awareness as a recording of the past. How can that information become a kind of feedback? How can the awareness that I have done something also become part of me not acting like that again?...

Butterfly Repeat

Someone might say: ‘my daughter is acting towards me as if I’m my mother. Am I turning into my mother?’ What I often see is like butterfly wings, reflective symmetry: a child acting like a grand-parent. Our children often act out the act our parents put on. The more...

Do Angry Things

Life doesn’t happen easily. Maybe it seems sensible not to complicate it even further. Lead a simple life, you might think. It’s best. But simplicity does not arrive like a birthday. Often, we cut ourselves off from complications. We might try to keep things simple by...

Hospitality

Something I am used to experiencing as I begin to work with a person is a a shift from something that feels regimented, stiff, or tight; somehow restrictive. There are many ways I could describe what this might suggest is happening. The whole process of getting to...

How Trauma Affects Relationships

Trauma, like a flood, finds its way into any kind of a crack. If something terrible affects a couple, or any group of people, whatever in the past might have been a potential source of conflict will most likely lead to explosive differences. This is why relationships...

Traumatic Dates

The story they tell you about themself will be the alibi for their leaving. I’ve never thought highly of dating as a way of beginning a long-term relationship. Get to know someone by accident or over a long while and the thing might last. But ‘dates’...

Cinedisgust

I went to see Moonage Daydream yesterday. I won’t try and describe what happened then. As usual, whenever something involving Bowie happens I find myself getting into every corner of myself, so much so that it’s clearer than ever how weird, cowed and...

-ism

Reading Donnel Stern’s Unformulated Experience (2003) over the weekend I found myself bumping up against a familiar thought. There are few people able to write about those thinkers usually categorised as ‘post-structuralist’, and very few of them are...

Weather Report

I listen to David Lynch’s weather report most nights. I remember watching his films when I was young and feeling sometimes so disturbed that I couldn’t sleep. These days his reports help me sleep. Whatever happened?
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