Felt Sense

From The Journey (Brown 1992) As cited in Chapter 14 of Lenses by Kraus (2008).

This is Tom Brown Jr. sharing how "Grandfather" described an inner vision:

"The tightness in your gut when you tried to remember but could not was your Inner Vision trying desperately to talk to you. . . . That tension, that deep gut feeling, is exactly how our inner vision tried to talk to us. Thus when the answer is finally found on a logical level, the gut reacts with the release of tension. Your greater self is so relieved that you have found an answer, an answer that it knew all the time."





Something else shared in the book is by Gendlin (1996, p.37-38).:

"the odd feeling of knowing you have forgotten something. . . . You are troubled by the felt sense. . . . Notice that you don't have factual data. You have an inner aura, an internal taste. Your body knows but you don't. . . . Then suddenly, from this felt sense, it bursts to the surface [remembering what you forgot]. Somewhere in your body, something releases, some tight thing lets go."

As I walk this line, I am bound by the other side
And it's for my heart that I'll live.

--Warpaint

Honey of My Failures

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt --marvelous error!--
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

-Antonio Machado

"Surrender is not giving up or saying that everything is perfectly okay; it is the willingness to let yourself energetically off the hook of trying to control the outcome." ~ Shannon Kaiser

“On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

“And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

“When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

“May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.”

― John O’Donohue from To Bless the Space Between Us

The lavender lays
no longer scented.

Just like you.

They say it's bad feng shui
leaving dead things around,

yet the sprig lies on my altar.

Lies. altar, alter.


You're alive,
but not with me.

Ce n'est pas moi qui chante
c'est les fleurs que j'ai vues
ce n'est pas moi qui ris
c'est le vin que j'ai bu
ce n'est pas moi qui pleure
c'est mon amour perdu.

Jacques Prevert

Translation:

This is not me singing
it's the flowers that I saw
it's not me who laugh
it is the wine that I drank
this is not me crying
this is my lost love.