“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
Our English word blessing is related to the French word blessée , meaning wounded, or blessure , meaning wound.
The wound is a blessing; the blessing comes as a wound.
The wound wants to change us. We cannot heal and stay the same. To change we have to surrender to what we do not yet know. We are going into something unknown. That is why it can be... See more
Scrolling displaces observation, shuts out occasions for self-generated thought, silences out-of-the-blue invitations. Checking the phone reroutes the discomfort of blankness and emptiness. It stoppers authentic—often anxious—waiting. And, even more disturbing, scrolling narrows the field of my curiosity. I take what I find there; I don’t make... See more