Tag Archive for: Meanings and Associations

Trust Your Intuiton, Flow With It

25 Sep
September 25, 2009

I love it when I get powerful messages through friends.  There’s something about being able to sense our spirits while we’re engaged in human interactions – it’s that sense of suddenly knowing that we’re not just two people sitting in a little shop drinking coffee but that on a spiritual level we’ve been communicating with each other all the time despite the physical distance between us; and that what we’ve been communicating has been so wise that only in rare instances can we let in the depth of those messages.  When the depth of such messages are grasped and understood, it can have profound effects in transforming our lives.

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Strange Is Good

06 Jul
July 6, 2009

As a counsellor, I’m always fascinated by the choice of words that people use when describing the process of change that is taking place for them.  Fascinated, because any new variation I hear enriches my experience of working with people.  I’ve always been intensely interested in what motivates people and in learning about the complex human psyche.  One thing I’ve grown to appreciate is the availability of language in connecting one’s experience with one’s self-awareness.

In my work, I find that people don’t always have fluency in the emotional language.  Nowadays, largely due to the rise in popularity of self-help books, audio tapes, seminars and TV programmes, people are more exposed to emotion-speak.

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Lessons On Fear From Bug-Eating

21 Mar
March 21, 2009

I finally ate bugs!  Since discovering that bugs are a culinary specialty in Thailand, I’d been wanting to one day taste them.  I had my first experience of eating an assortment of deep-fried bugs today.  My verdict: they are quite chewy and well-seasoned, slightly buttery in taste.  Not bad.

Several clients at our centre had been talking about trying bugs and I asked the kitchen staff to buy a variety of them from the market so we could all eat them together (it’s always easier to do something challenging in a group than alone).  A few hours later, I was called to join the bug fest.  On my way there, I felt a tinge of regret and fright – there was no getting out of it since it had been my idea!  I had to just get on with it, with as little drama as possible.

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A Symbol Of Healing

22 Jan
January 22, 2009

In my previous post, I wrote about the meanings we assign to things we see around us and how that can determine our state of being.  This morning, I made an association to something I saw and a healing was brought into my awareness.  A cold morning and I was working out in the gym when I saw this:

Tree Stumps with New Leaves Symbolizing RebirthThis is one of the stumps of a big tamarind tree that was cut down about six months ago because its leaves, which were falling in copious amounts, were staining the pool water, making it very difficult to maintain clear water in the pool.  I was sad when the news was announced as I had spent days meditating by the tree and had felt connected to it.  When the tree choppers were sawing off the tree, I had sympathised with the tree to the point where I almost felt as if my body was being sawn into half.  I remember hearing the sound of chainsaw and feeling a pain twisting into my torso.

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Making Meaning Out Of Life

17 Jan
January 17, 2009

Clean Beach in Hua Hin, ThailandI feel wonderful today.  Fifteen years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined myself saying this on the day I turn 40.  Growing old was just one of the many fears I struggled with, and my age-obsessed self then could not see any reason to go on existing beyond the age of 29.  I remember cringing at every birthday, feeling myself sapped of life, as if another building block to the structure that held me together was being pulled out.  Now I know that it was an illusion maintained by a practice of constantly looking out for bad things.

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I Dream Of Spiders

01 Apr
April 1, 2008

Last night, I had “one of those” dreams.  It wasn’t a recurring dream, but the visual and emotional tones were familiar.  It had an ‘epic’ feel about it – stretched out in time and storyline.  There was a certain greyness about it, something macabre even, a bit reminiscent of the movie The Mist.

Firstly, there were spiders.  Lots of them.  I am fearful of spiders.  I was standing in a kind of courtyard in a house.  From where I was, I could see the top of the trees in front of the house, beyond the roof.  Somebody was talking to me.  This person was what I call The Wise One in one of these dreams – usually faceless, gender undefinable, a voice of wisdom imparting a deep and often cryptic message.  I am going to refer to a ‘he’.  He said, “Take a close look at the trees,” although I received it as a fully-formed concept, not in words.

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