Aug 25·edited Aug 25Liked by Taishin Michael Augustin
That poem, wow.
I often contemplate the functions of story in my life... when it serves to surface semi invisible 'truths,' when it supports me to make meaning of something if that is useful, and when it digs me into a deeper hole of reifying my ego story and thereby creates more suffering for me and possibly others. I find 'story' to be a fascinating vehicle, it can do all those things and more. Not staying awake to the stories I tell myself is a big trap. Conscious stories, though, can have healing properties....
I agree, Maia. Story is a vehicle for so much and for at least that reason fascinating.
For the moment, I’m letting the storytelling continue with open hands. Not grasping and holding on and not ignoring either. The wide sky does not obstruct the white clouds but, I imagine, is aware of their presence and activity.
That poem, wow.
I often contemplate the functions of story in my life... when it serves to surface semi invisible 'truths,' when it supports me to make meaning of something if that is useful, and when it digs me into a deeper hole of reifying my ego story and thereby creates more suffering for me and possibly others. I find 'story' to be a fascinating vehicle, it can do all those things and more. Not staying awake to the stories I tell myself is a big trap. Conscious stories, though, can have healing properties....
I agree, Maia. Story is a vehicle for so much and for at least that reason fascinating.
For the moment, I’m letting the storytelling continue with open hands. Not grasping and holding on and not ignoring either. The wide sky does not obstruct the white clouds but, I imagine, is aware of their presence and activity.
Stevens rarely fails to deliver. 🌻