Do you have movies you’ve grown up with? You know those ones you see again and again, and see more in the film – and in yourself – with each viewing?
This morning I visited my dentist, and was given two injections to numb the pain of his drilling. It's no big deal; however...
We talked about how best to read the poem with all its unconventional punctuation. In the end we agreed that it was for me to do it in my way. "Speak from your heart" Tony advised, "speak to whomever you want to say the words."
Now I know it’s likely that if I’m feeling unhappy (or any other feeling, like anger or irritability, where I’m disconnected from myself) then the internal dialogue of my mind is lying to me about something; either about me, about other people, or about life itself. Likely all three.