It was Howard Gardner’s 1983 book Frames of Mind that began to blow open notions of intelligence within psychology. Gardner made the case that intelligence was much broader and applied to many more categories beyond just our reasoning or intellectual capacity. In 1990 Peter Salovey and John D. Mayer created a model of emotional intelligence that extended over 5 categories: 1. knowing emotion, 2. managing emotion 3. motivating oneself 4. recognizing emotions in others and 5. handling relationships. Daniel Goleman furthered this work in his bestselling book Emotional Intelligence. Goleman states ““self- awareness – recognizing a feeling as it happens (emphasis his) – is the keystone of emotional intelligence”. The.
It was in a first year philosophy class that I first heard the famous Socrates quote “Know Thyself”. I kinda thought I did. I was a rural Albertan girl with all the hard work values of a redneck, the social morals of an activist and the naive dreams of a hippie. That sums it up right? Almost twenty years now I’ve sought to embody Socrates words – words that have become an incantation of sorts living just beneath the surface of perceivable thought. Like any good incantation the pursuit of self-knowledge bubbles up from the cauldron of my unconscious inciting questioning, feeling and understanding. I am truly spellbound by it.
I like to indulge philosophy like ice cream – up to my elbows and for as long as possible. There was a time in my undergraduate years that my day would be a continuous cycle of read, contemplate, repeat – alternating coffee shops and couches until I hit satiation point. Which, like with ice cream, wasn’t until I reached the bottom of a number of barrels of delicious flavours of contemplation. There’s a part of me that relates to the archetypal scene of an ancient philosopher pouring over texts and scrolls which, except for the glow of the firelight, is enshrouded by darkness, silence and solitude. My undergraduate years are long.
Tonight I drove just out of town to a familiar field to watch the lunar eclipse with my 6 year old. I told her we were going to see the BLOOD MOON, hoping to instil some excitement – she wondered if there would be rides there. I told her “no it’s just a field”, which she thought was good enough because apparently she’d never been to a “field” before. I talked to her a bit along the way about how the moon is always there to listen to her if she’s ever lonely, to which she replied “oh yeah? So is the moon alive or something?”. It’s so hard to.
Yesterday I stripped bare on a secluded beach on the West Coast of Canada and threw myself in the ice cold ocean. I had to shed it. My clothes, my better judgement, the ought to’s and shoulds of culture that weigh on me daily like an ascetics hairshirt. I had to strip it down. The cloak of expectations and duty to a social order that wants to break me of my wildness. I had to become naked and swallowed by sea so I could emerge a starfish, an anemone, a grain of sand and know myself as the natural thing I really am. As I flopped and swam like a clumsy fish amidst the gentle.
My mat sees many people. Children, adults, saints, lunatics and tricksters – to name but a few. Indeed, every time I step on my I am suprised by who shows up and brings their unique flavor to my practice. I am talking, of course, about the vast assortment of “selves” within me that bring both brilliant variety and exasperating frustration to my life. This “mosaic mind”, as authors Goulding & Schwartzcall it, is an accepted reality in many psychotherapeutic models and serves to make sense of the seeming internal contradictions most of us experience.This notion essentially points out that we have an internal “family” of various, sometimes conflicting voices within that all must honoured and heard.
The concept of “neti neti” stems from Advaita Vedanta which is a non-dual Eastern philosophy. Neti neti means “not this, not that” and is a specific way to approach the search for God. In our human experience we have thoughts, emotions and sensations of living in every day life. The notion of neti neti posits that Spirit or God is none of these things. The ecstatic experience of being moved by the primal sounds of a chorus of drums – that’s not It. The vast, spacious feeling at the apex of a mountain or the silent, soft longing for wholeness and peace – that’s not It either. I am.
I’ve sat in front of this computer no less than a dozen times in the last 6 months trying to crank out blog posts. Unlike other periods of writer’s block, I have not been short of ideas, nor inspiration. In fact I hear my inner muse daily – begging me to write. The problem is that I have always written this blog from a place of authenticity and chosen topics that are closest to my heart in that moment. And what has been closest to my heart in the last 6 months have been deeply personal. What needs to be spoken feels too vulnerable to utter. I have been struggling.
As I sit in the sweltering sunshine at my usual coffee shop I forget for a moment that we are in the middle of the cold, dark winter. It is like a little Valentine from God for me today and has inspired me to “pay it forward”. If I could bottle this sunshine and spray a bit on all of you I would, instead I will offer you this: On this day of love may you be reminded that the love you feel from another person, which is sometimes strained and seldom, is but a droplet derived from an eternal pool. May the droplets that fall upon you in your.
How do I begin a post like this one? Despite numerous attempts over the last few weeks of inactivity on my blog I have not found a graceful or poetic way to say that I’ve ended my marriage. Ya, Merry Christmas hey? There would have been a thousand better times for this tidal force to move me as it did, but it seems I could dam the force no longer. The first I heard of this tidal force was a number of years ago. Inside of me, though, it began not like the tide that moves me now but like the slow, intermittent drip of a leaky faucet – a.