tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69446987967678740002024-03-12T23:16:45.549-05:00*** Reunited Selves *** The way to Oneness has been found, and it's Through the Tiger's DoorShenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-53112669925406633522015-01-20T13:54:00.004-06:002015-01-20T13:59:59.919-06:00Shelter’s Cost
Routine interactions
Intolerant tones
Scalding glances from everyday drones
Misunderstanding or direct condemnation?
Perceptive insight or gross fabrication?
Since asking is awkward
Truth isn’t allowed
Cycling thoughts
Wear anxiety’s shroud
Familiar
Wretched
And safe.
Stapled over my face is survival’s blank mask
Soul swept in a corner and taken to task
The point? The Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-66480688984841379002014-12-02T00:03:00.002-06:002015-01-20T14:01:24.163-06:00Yesterday's Promise
She held all
the pieces.
For years
and years, she held them all
And she promised
that they somehow fit together.
At first, with
fear’s reluctance
I gave them
stingily.
But faith
grew—chiseled and molded with well-intentioned cultivation
Until I
couldn’t wait to hand her every scrap.
I gave her
all the pieces
Trusting
they were safe.
And they
were… for a while.
I didn’t
know that,
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-141039564241901612014-10-23T22:37:00.002-05:002014-10-28T11:42:32.338-05:00So You Call Yourself a Feminist?
Recently, I saw a video which asked people to post their views on feminism.
I thought about this a great deal.
To see my video response, click on the image below.
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-15505775860658657762014-08-28T22:02:00.000-05:002014-08-28T22:02:02.585-05:00Fly
Created today ~ Shen
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-75581230796011900782014-08-14T23:37:00.002-05:002014-08-14T23:39:46.555-05:00Worry
Worry whispers in my head
Of ancient rubs, rank raw and red
Of dizzy dreams that haven’t slept
And promises that won’t be kept
I wander through her murmured tones
So much aware I am alone
So certain I will always be
In Worry’s wretched company
It matters little, wrong or right
Or left within or out of sight
Worry whispers what she will
And anxiously I listen, still
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-66096352214713626842014-06-12T18:34:00.001-05:002014-06-12T18:43:52.907-05:00The Power is Yours
“You
cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it. You must
learn to see the world anew.” Albert Einstein
A memory loop.
A feeling of being “stuck”.
You're struggling with an emotionally-charged issue and your own thoughts are screaming over any solution.
Your mind pulses with old messages.
Thoughts run in circles.
Insecurities scream.
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-83407172642740076582014-05-27T16:05:00.000-05:002014-05-27T16:07:48.864-05:00Heroizing Another KillerToday I decided to treat myself to a pedicure. I expected it to be relaxing and enjoyable. I guess I should have shelled out the big money for a true spa-experience, but I went to a local business. Once I was in the seat with my feet soaking, the TV, turned to some daytime soap, switched to the next program. Inside Edition.
I don't watch daytime TV and I avoid "news" programs. I can find out Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-82035640840063086372014-05-26T12:50:00.002-05:002014-05-26T13:10:56.851-05:00Are Generic Medications Equivalent? NO!
There's your short answer. The longer answer:
After intense personal experiences with generics and some online research, I've come to the conclusion that:
Drug companies, including those that produce generics, are mostly concerned with making money.
The major pharmaceutical companies that produce the original (name-brand) medications have a lot to lose if generic drugs are Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-29340754455127605352014-05-15T16:58:00.004-05:002014-05-15T17:01:36.767-05:00SafeThe most healing work I've done has been "re-parenting." This kind of inner-child work involves taking over the role of parent for ourselves.
No one has perfect parents or a perfect childhood. It's a process that could benefit anyone.
A couple of years ago, as part of this healing work, I created an image of the most serene nursery I could imagine. As I worked on the image, I felt immersed in Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-14535063475580027382014-05-05T12:01:00.001-05:002014-05-05T13:27:45.908-05:00How Little Choice I HadThis is a journal entry I posted here in 2009. I took it down a couple of years ago when I completed the first edit of "Through the Tiger's Door." Last night, I completely another edit, cutting about ten thousand words to make it more marketable.
Mostly, that was done by tightening it up, but there were a few things I cut that really gave me a twinge. This journal entry is one of those things. Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-159749760742094962014-04-29T13:42:00.003-05:002014-04-29T13:52:11.401-05:00All is in order.
Let go of your vanity.
You do not have the power you think you have.
If the creator of the universe does not want the world destroyed,
do you have the power to destroy it?
Does anyone?
If the world is meant to exist as it is, it will.
If it is not, it will evolve into what it is meant to become.
Others may choose to live in anger, greedShenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-54445415227999782832014-04-22T15:00:00.004-05:002015-05-01T10:18:04.861-05:00 I of God
We are ONE being... seeing the world in infinite ways.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJfF0BnJXyc
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-74073608932446996392014-04-11T13:15:00.002-05:002014-04-12T00:24:12.558-05:00To Believe
I
close my eyes.
You gently
push my hair from my face.
Patiently.
Lovingly.
Every single
time.
I want to believe.
When I close my eyes—
when I see your unwavering tenderness—
I believe.
But in
the light of everyday unconsciousness, I’m afraid to look too close. I put it
off. I elude the quiet moments that would allow connection. I avoid the
stillness behind closed eyes and Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-80667495170691591752014-04-08T22:34:00.001-05:002014-05-13T10:25:30.891-05:00On Truth
You want to know what is real. What is true.
You long to know and yet, the reality is that you already know.
You have always known.
Truth is the only thing that’s real and all reality is truth.
It is obvious, open, clean, crisp, untethered.
You don’t have to look far to find it. It is within you.
When you see it, you know.
It doesn’t change.
It just is. Sometimes you judge truth. You Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-31726531759814599802014-03-31T01:20:00.002-05:002014-03-31T11:42:22.372-05:00Just Be
Sand clings
to the wheels, brown on black. He matches his breath to the rhythm of their
gritty squeak.
It’s come to
this. After years of hiding. Pretending. Denying who they really were, even to
themselves. Slowly succumbing to the reality but still enduring set-up-dates by
business associates and well-meaning friends. Family dinners without each
other. Keeping up appearances.
And then,
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-61915442952473133842014-03-24T12:27:00.002-05:002015-05-02T11:32:17.480-05:00Water Girl Ad
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Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-791985774904616972014-03-20T17:54:00.001-05:002014-03-21T00:23:24.349-05:00Nothing to Lose Not for the first time, I'm putting myself out in full sight, for your scrutiny. Here's a strange fact of my life.
Sometimes words, ideas and even whole passages appear in my
mind. They don't seem to come from me. They come from somewhere else.
I know.
It's kind of hard to accept.
It wasn't easy for me, either. For a long time IShenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-41805486806880798682014-03-03T19:37:00.001-06:002014-03-03T19:51:59.758-06:00Lessons in Powerlessness
This has been a week of releasing control. Multiple lessons,
each bringing up their own flavor of discomfort, have presented themselves
relentlessly. Lessons in letting go. Lessons in powerlessness.
Some were minor irritations.
Meetup.com was attacked by hackers. It was down on-and-off
for a couple of days this week, making it very difficult to download the files
I needed for my writer’sShenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-91668826640212651222014-02-11T13:03:00.001-06:002014-02-15T22:16:45.260-06:00A Walk in Grace Forest
Not for the first time and not for the last, I am feeling the painful repercussions of my past vibrate into the present. I am looking into a very deep, old wound that I've avoided forever.
What is this pain? This wash of emotions?
I'm told it's grief, but that word feels like the scratchy, black-and-white version of the vibrant reality.
Yesterday, I told my therapist there was a hole Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-34298308846313157682014-02-04T16:49:00.002-06:002014-02-04T16:49:21.129-06:00Peel Away the Layers
by Shen
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-79607540096308476382014-01-22T16:41:00.002-06:002014-01-22T16:41:40.769-06:00A Single QuestionMeditation has become a big part of my life. The one I do most often is one I created myself, for myself. I call it "The One Question Meditation." After closing my eyes and taking some deep breaths, I wait for a connection to what I think of as my Higher Self. This kind of connection has many names, and I believe it doesn't matter what one calls that light being who is always there, always Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-36245640122593748752013-12-09T13:15:00.002-06:002014-02-20T23:00:50.885-06:00Unreal
Please go away
please go away please just go the fuck away. It’s too painful. It's not about you. No. Not you. I just...
I don’t know. Please.
Please. I just need to be alone.
The words sit inside me—searing, stifling molten copper.
I try to hear him, try to bring the right response from the smoky depths. A
shrug, a nod, a single, hollow word—each an echo in the barrenness.
Goddamit!&Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-82587342760747553132013-11-27T10:47:00.000-06:002013-11-27T10:47:03.643-06:00The Difference Between Mind-fullness and Mindfulness
This is a link to a video I created, called Why I Meditate
Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-58279786981600795812013-11-16T20:19:00.000-06:002013-11-18T10:58:14.471-06:00The Silent War
Gary’s feet ached,
and his legs were stiff. Sweating, in full combat gear, he watched the line of
men and women in front of him. He couldn’t turn his head, but he knew many more
lines of soldiers stood waiting and marching to his left and right.
As one, they all marched
forward at a pace so slow it was painful. A din in the distance followed each
step. Then, there was a silent pause beforeShenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-38824528483812810132013-10-31T16:28:00.001-05:002013-10-31T16:30:12.777-05:00WakingI've been playing with that video software again... this one is inspired by the Conscious Evolution intensive I've been doing for the last four months, and it's a little more creative. I used a combination of drawn images reworked in photoshop and free images (found online,) and added free sound effects (also found online).
I call it WAKING
(Shenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.com0