Letter 11: Citadel in strife (a fable)
When we feel torn apart inside, what can get the voices of our inner chorus to come together in harmony?
Perspectives on the interplay between mind and body, emphasising movement, mindfulness, and lived experience.
When we feel torn apart inside, what can get the voices of our inner chorus to come together in harmony?
We tend to treat beliefs as simple reflections of reality, yet power often proves to be the measure of truth.
Remorse can feel like a shield against past mistakes, but if we dare to set it down, how much more clearly might we see the path ahead?
How do we choose when there is no right path?
It can be wise to hide from dangers we are not prepared to confront, but sometimes the only way to grow is by taking the risk of stepping into the light.
From the experience of breath, to sitting, to pain and beyond, what happens when we allow the body to become an impermanent field of sensation?
Attraction can feel almost magical in its power and ineffability, but even the most arcane magics can be mastered with enough practice.
What kind of life would love lavish on you?
Sometimes a light touch can form a stronger connection than an iron grip.