Message from your Inner Warrior
by Gonzalo Salinas Dear Warrior: You don’t work on your mission to get things. You don’t work on your mission to get a desired outcome: Not fame or fortune, not a brand new car, nor the girl. You don’t condition your mission to an outcome. What if you work in your mission to get things and when you finish, you don’t get the thing? Or even worse, you achieve the goal, you get the thing but you don’t get the fulfillment? … You...
Mensaje de tu Guerrero Interior
por Gonzalo Salinas Querido Guerrero: Tú no trabajas en tu misión para obtener cosas. Tú no trabajas en tu misión para obtener ningún resultado. No por fama o fortuna, ni por un carro nuevo ni para conseguir una mujer. Tú no condicionas tu misión a un resultado. ¿Qué pasaría si trabajas en tu misión y al final no obtienes el resultado que esperas? O peor aún, ¿Qué pasaría si luego de trabajar en tu misión, obtienes la cosa y ello no...
The Twin Brothers, The Horse Twins
by Rebecca The Twin Brothers, The Horse Twins The Ashvino The Horse Twins The Twin Brothers Tall, strong, Long black hair flowing They are the Ashvino Call to your brothers, And they will lead you on your way. Nobody knows where the Ashvino Twins live. They make visits to villages As they roam free. When they enter a town, The children are the first to know. They go running on their little feet Pattering, laughing, spilling...
Healing from wounds
by Michael Kullik Healing from wounds Wounded Child Crying in Corner Lost between the years Crying out Silently No One Comes No One Hears A Prison of Silence Surrounds Me, Into an Early Grave. How do I start to Breath Again? Am I Someone’s Slave? A Wounded Child grows, As Does A Wounded Man. The Wound Becomes My Sword. Like Tempered Steel, I am strong again, Oh my Lord. A Wounded...
Men: From the Inside
Guest post: by Garry Gilfoy I was recently asked to deliver professional development to some therapists on the topic of ‘men’s issues.’ I left my son’s football game to do so and found a gathering of about 60 people. The ten or so men attending were sitting on the periphery of the room. I warmed up by reading a poem called Rain from Nowhere by Murray Hartin. It tells of a man with a young family. We catch him on the day he intends to...