If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
It’s only a problem if i fight what is, if i want it to be something other than what it is.
Fighting what is, is tiring.
Facing and feeling what is, is terrifying.
Being in the fire, the pain of what is, appears unbearable, engulfing.
Moving through, fully feeling what is, is the path to transformation.
etching by Anna Ravenscroft
The freedom to ‘be’, to express, to expand, to begin to occupy more of my self, to discover, to enquire; these are the centrally transformative and powerful aspects of working one to one in the unique field of intimate therapeutic relationship.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life …
when I came to die,
discover that I had not lived.
-Henry David Thoreau
Can you hold the door of your tent wide to the firmament? – Lao Tzu
In this text, Lao Tzu is asking can you listen and open to the riches beyond the sheltered confines of your own protected tent? Can you receive the surrounding vastness of the unknown and open to the current of life, wild and untethered, no matter what?