“The primary fact that we fail to recognize is our total inability to form a true partnership with another human being.” (12 & 12, p. 53) on relations
RE-CONNECTING w/ THOSE RELATIONS WE HURT –
“We must remem-
ber the pain that they
have known. In time, many
miracles will occur.” “Even-
tually it becomes easier for
them to accept the change in
us. Clean time speaks for it-
self. Patience is an im-
portant part of our re-
covery.” (The Basic
Text, p. 41)
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“When we seek
for connection, we
restore the world to
wholeness. Our seem-
ingly separate lives be-
come meaningful as we
discover how truly ne-
cessary we are to
each other.”
– Margaret Wheatley – U.S. writer / systems thinker
“Why Can’t We Be Friends” – Cute Animal video (4:48)
What Friendship is (5:30)
Practicing Self-Intimacy a Humanistic Guided Meditation (6:54)
What have you done to restore the relations you hold most dear, lately?
Every Day You Play….
by Pablo Neruda
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water,
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I alone can contend against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
—
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Curl round me as though you were frightened.
Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your ******* smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
The coronavirus pandemic has put a divide between my school friends and I because my main source of talking to them and hanging out with them was school. No longer going to school has shifted the way we have to talk and hang out, and at first, I was not good at this shift. I would forget to talk to them and when they wanted to watch movies, I had already made prior commitments with online friends. I realized that they are my friends and to maintain our friendship that I loved, I needed to try and manage my time better. In order to do that, I created a club with them that has weekly meetings and I have been getting games that all of us can play and have fun with. I am not perfect and sometimes it will get hard for me to manage my time with them again, but as long as I try, I have done my best.