Imagine being unable to stand everything about yourself. Your voice, your thoughts, your body, your personality. I can't now. Though years ago, I came pretty close. And if Jonny Benjamin can be honest, then so can I... It's several years ago now and feels like a different lifetime. I've been a happy person, getting even happier year on year since. But back then, after hitting rock bottom, in order to survive, I drew a line under these experiences and locked the memories away. I shoved them all in a box, along with my Shadow Self, so that they - and it - couldn't hurt me or anyone else anymore.
I confess. I am one of those Christmas-enthusiasts. There is something about sparkling lights and the smell of pine (ok, and maybe eggnog) that restores marvel to my soul. While I deeply honor that this is a tradition tied to the birth of Jesus Christ, I also honor the magic that the holiday season brings in the imagination of our hearts.
I believe it does. I am a Psychotherapist. My aim is to help individuals attain a greater sense of inner peace and I get to glimpse (very personally), into the lives of others on a daily basis. I observe their pain and obstacles, and in many cases during the process of therapy, I also witness the beginnings of a shift in their consciousness.
I was on the tube the other day, and since I find the proximity of my face to the faces of strangers a rather undesirable experience, I had my gaze directed firmly to the floor. It was then that I observed a pair of shoes that I found both alarmingly ugly, and, quite frankly, unsettling. These shoes, I believe, go by the name of 'winkle pickers'.
The psychoanalyst Carl Jung was the first to talk about synchronicity. He used the term to describe those times when the unlikeliest things happen together. Not just at the same time, but exactly the right time we need them to. And it's no coincidence that Einstein and Jung both believed in synchronicity.