I have a close friend who has suffered terrible trauma in her young life, and it has imprisoned her. She tells me she has a black panther inside, who is always vigilant and ready to pounce. She had to do it, just to continue in this life, but she is imprisoned too by that protection. I find the joy in the spontaneous, the surprising, the momentary connection. Remembering those are not the same as being in them as they arise. It’s hard to do that, to be, when resources are focused on protection against repeats of old traumas. We think too much, and ‘be’ too little, so much so, we don’t even have that noun form of the word! Have a nice ‘be’! 😊

Another friend sent me this quote, just the other day:

“It is forgetting, not remembering, that is the essence of what makes us human. To make sense of the world, we must filter it. “To think,” Borges writes, “is to forget.” — Joshua Foer, Moonwalking with Einstein