sábado, 26 de setembro de 2026

On Growing Old


Tony Luciani






Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; 
My dog and I are old, too old for roving. 
Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying, 
Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving. 
I take the book and gather to the fire, 
Turning old yellow leaves; minute by minute 
The clock ticks to my heart. A withered wire, 
Moves a thin ghost of music in the spinet. 
I cannot sail your seas, I cannot wander 
Your cornland, nor your hill-land, nor your valleys 
Ever again, nor share the battle yonder 
Where the young knight the broken squadron rallies. 
Only stay quiet while my mind remembers 
The beauty of fire from the beauty of embers. 
Beauty, have pity! for the strong have power, 
The rich their wealth, the beautiful their grace, 
Summer of man its sunlight and its flower, 
Spring-time of man all April in a face. 
Only, as in the jostling in the Strand, 
Where the mob thrusts or loiters or is loud, 
The beggar with the saucer in his hand 
Asks only a penny from the passing crowd, 
So, from this glittering world with all its fashion, 
Its fire, and play of men, its stir, its march, 
Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom and passion, 
Bread to the soul, rain where the summers parch. 
Give me but these, and, though the darkness close, 
Even the night will blossom as the rose. 



John Masefield




................................ insecurities about aging


 Ozgurdonmaz




the possibility of irrelevance





My mum, Pauline, having a conversation with me and Audrey, spoke with the wisdom of someone who was truly done with worrying about getting older.

First, she let us know that she herself had no plans of becoming invisible with age (to know my mum is to understand that such a thing would be impossible). She also reminded us that in certain cultures in the East, age is held with a kind of reverence, not embarrassment—where the accretion of years is something that garners respect. If you’ve reached a certain age, you know a thing or two, and should be listened to.

But there was one particular thing she said that hasn’t left my mind since. She recalled how her own mum passed around the age she is now (mid-60s, which she wouldn’t mind me telling you).

She expressed how lucky she feels to have every extra day her own mother never had. When she sees another wrinkle on her own face or body, my mum can’t help but be grateful for what that wrinkle represents: the fact that she’s still here.

This idea struck me precisely because it indicates the profound way in which our insecurities have us getting it totally backward. We lament the parenthetical lines appearing around our eyes, the hair that frustratingly seems to have better places to be than atop our head, the body that seems to be adding padding as though, unbeknownst to us, we are imminently moving to a colder climate where we will need it.

But what if each of these unwelcome additions or subtractions were simply a reminder of how lucky we are to still be at the party at all?


The writer Christopher Hitchens, in his days fighting terminal cancer, comically described what he believed most upset people about the predicament of dying:

“It will happen to all of us, that at some point you get tapped on the shoulder and told, not just that the party’s over, but slightly worse: the party’s going on—but you have to leave. And it’s going on without you.”



The real point for our purposes today is that if we haven’t been tapped on the shoulder and told we have to leave, shouldn’t that be the headline and not the bodily degradation that is stoking our insecurity?


In other words, we are very much still lucky enough to be at the party. Through this lens, even physical difficulties can be considered a reminder that we are still here. 
I’ve been around long enough to need a hip replacement? Hooray!

The next time you bemoan your aging looks, remind yourself how many people would have given anything to live long enough to have etched an extra few grooves on their forehead.

My mum’s framing around aging wasn’t a framing at all, but a deep sense of gratitude for her life. This gratitude I saw in her had a secondary effect. 

It revealed the superficial and limited nature of being afraid to age in the context of being less attractive to other people—the absurd subtext being: the whole point of living is to remain attractive to those we hope to date. That can’t be right, can it?

 

As I listened to my mum speaking, I watched in awe of this powerful woman, filled with a deep gratitude for life, not clinging to anything—certainly not an earlier version of herself, nor the attraction of those she once would have been attractive to. That couldn’t have mattered less. Her mind was on the trees she had seen that morning on our walk along the beach, the breeze she was enjoying, the fact that she had the opportunity at all to be in this majestic place that, as she acknowledged, “so many people will never get to see in their entire lifetime.”


She had captured a fundamental truth: that the point of getting older was not to obsess to an unhealthy degree about remaining attractive, but to become ever more grateful for the years one was given, and to put that gratitude to work in the living one does.


As I watched my mum moving through these days, I saw the exquisite presence with which she approached everything. I saw an enchanted child, in the vessel of a wise, mature woman, and it struck me that this is the form of staying young we should all aspire to.

Far from a regression, it is a recapturing of wonder. 
To say childlike wonder would be to do it a disservice. When a child looks up at a bird, or a tree, they may experience awe, but not the deep gratitude my mum was feeling. And yet, through that fusion of increasing awe and gratitude, a powerful new iteration of my mother was born.

I don’t need to tell you how attractive that makes her; you already know. But that’s not the point. 
When the wonder of the world becomes more and more visible to you, there’s no time to waste caring about who you’ve become invisible to.


Matthew Hussey




quinta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2026

Today I asked my body what she needed


Pablo Merchán Montes





Today I asked my body what she needed,
Which is a big deal
Considering my journey of
Not Really Asking That Much.

I thought she might need more water.
Or protein.
Or greens.
Or yoga.
Or supplements.
Or movement.

But as I stood in the shower
Reflecting on her stretch marks,
Her roundness where I would like flatness,
Her softness where I would like firmness,
All those conditioned wishes
That form a bundle of
Never-Quite-Right-Ness,
She whispered very gently:

Could you just love me like this?




Hollie Holden



Love Is Not Completion. It Is Recognition

 

Cannasue




Why love begins when 
we stop asking another person 
to fill what is missing




I have been trying to persuade the audience who enthusiastically read my article about sex to follow me into a conversation about love. So far, with limited success. Apparently, sex still has better marketing. People should probably know better. 

Even highly skilled sex eventually becomes rather ordinary without something deeper holding our interest, so perhaps we should start paying a little more attention to feelings and slightly less to hormones.

Anyhow.

Perhaps love has become a harder subject because we are no longer entirely sure what we mean by it. We use the same word for wanting someone, needing them, choosing them, depending on them, and being unable to let them go. 
We say that someone completes us as though we arrived in the world unfinished and have been searching ever since for the missing piece.

But I have begun to wonder whether love starts somewhere else entirely. 
Not with what is missing in us, but with the strange experience of recognizing someone. 
Among all the people we meet, one particular human being suddenly feels different, as though something in us has noticed them before the conscious mind has quite understood why. Some would call it soul recognition. 

Neuroscience would use a different language. 
Psychoanalysis would probably complicate the whole thing. 
I am interested in all three.


Why does one person become different from everyone else?
We meet thousands of people across a lifetime. Most pass through our awareness without leaving much behind. We may enjoy a conversation, notice an attractive face, feel briefly curious, and continue with our lives. Then, occasionally, someone does not pass through.

The brain begins treating this person differently before we have a coherent explanation for why. Attention becomes unusually selective around them. Their face acquires greater salience, their voice becomes immediately recognizable, and details that should have been insignificant remain strangely easy to retrieve. We remember what they said weeks ago, the expression that crossed their face for half a second, or something they mentioned casually and probably forgot themselves. Their presence can alter our physiological state, while their absence becomes perceptible in a way the absence of countless other people never was.

Neuroscience can explain part of this transformation. 
The brain is constantly deciding what deserves attention and what can safely remain background noise. When a person acquires emotional significance, systems involved in salience, motivation, reward, memory, and attachment begin giving information associated with that person unusual priority. Dopamine contributes not simply to pleasure but to wanting and motivated pursuit, while emotionally charged experiences receive privileged access to memory. Over time, attachment also recruits regulatory processes through which another person’s presence can become associated with safety, anticipation, or physiological settling.

This helps explain how one human being can become biologically important to another. It does not completely explain why, in a room filled with perfectly eligible candidates, the brain chose that particular person to promote from background noise to breaking news.

Perhaps this is where the language becomes more complicated.

Some people call it chemistry. 
Psychoanalysis might ask what unconscious material has been activated and what we have already begun to project onto someone we barely know. 
Jung might have wondered whether we have encountered something in another person that awakens an unrecognized part of ourselves. 

Others use a less scientific phrase: soul recognition.
The languages are different, but they circle around the same peculiar human experience. Occasionally, we meet someone who does not initially feel like a solution to a problem or a candidate for a vacant role in our lives. Something in us simply registers that this person is no longer interchangeable with everyone else.

Perhaps love does not begin with finding our missing half. 
Perhaps it begins with recognition: the moment one particular consciousness, among billions, becomes singular to our own.

The brain can attach without the self knowing how to love
Becoming important to someone’s brain, however, is not the same as being loved by them.

Human attachment systems are remarkably capable of forming powerful bonds under conditions that have little to do with knowing another person deeply. Uncertainty can intensify attention, while inconsistent availability may increase pursuit rather than diminish it. When connection arrives unpredictably, anticipation itself can become unusually compelling. The reward system is particularly responsive to uncertainty, which helps explain why waiting for someone’s message can sometimes occupy more mental space than receiving it.

Attachment anxiety adds another layer. 
When the possibility of losing a relationship activates older fears of abandonment, another person’s availability may begin to feel less like something we desire and more like something required for emotional survival. The resulting preoccupation can be profound, yet the intensity of the experience tells us surprisingly little about how well we know the person at its center.

Dopamine can make us want. Sexual attraction can make the body respond with extraordinary conviction. Attachment can make separation painful enough to be felt physically. None of these experiences is trivial, and all of them can become part of love. 
Still, they are not interchangeable with it.

The nervous system can scream, “I need you,” while the psyche has barely asked, “Who are you?”

Perhaps this is one reason love is so easily confused with intensity. 
We assume that the strength of our longing must reveal the depth of our connection, although sometimes it reveals more about what has been activated within us than about the person standing in front of us. We may become attached to how someone makes us feel, to what their attention temporarily repairs, or even to the relief we experience when the threat of losing them recedes.

Love asks something more difficult. 
It requires enough curiosity to move beyond our own reaction and discover the person who caused it. The question then changes from how desperately we want someone to whether we have become capable of seeing who they actually are.

What transforms attachment into love may begin there.



We fall in love partly with what we do not yet know
There is an inconvenient problem with falling in love: it often begins before we have enough information to justify our certainty.

We meet someone, learn fragments of their history, observe them in a limited number of circumstances, and somehow develop a remarkably elaborate sense of who they are. The human mind is not particularly fond of blank spaces, so it fills them. What we do not yet know about another person becomes fertile territory for imagination.

Psychoanalysis has long understood that we never enter a new relationship carrying only the present. Earlier experiences of love shape what feels familiar, desirable, or dangerous long after we have forgotten where those associations began. Through transference, expectations formed in previous relationships can quietly enter new ones. We may anticipate abandonment before anyone has left, search for approval we once struggled to receive, or feel inexplicably drawn toward a familiar emotional configuration without recognizing its history.

Projection adds something different. 
Sometimes what captivates us in another person belongs partly to our own unconscious life. 
Jung was particularly interested in the possibility that another human being can carry qualities we have not yet recognized or fully lived within ourselves. His concepts of anima and animus attempted to describe aspects of this process, although the broader idea remains useful beyond his original gendered framework: another person may fascinate us because something about them gives form to a part of ourselves that has remained inaccessible.

This may be one reason certain encounters carry an almost uncanny sense of recognition. 
We feel that we know someone we objectively do not know very well. Perhaps sometimes we are recognizing them. Perhaps sometimes we are recognizing ourselves in them. Most likely, at the beginning, we cannot entirely separate the two.

Early love therefore contains imagination almost by necessity. 
Intimacy develops slowly, while feeling can move with astonishing speed. 
The problem is not that we project. 
The more consequential question is what happens when reality begins correcting the projection.

Eventually, the person we imagined becomes the person we know. 
Their fears become visible. We encounter defenses that once remained hidden and discover wounds whose consequences are not always easy to live beside. Qualities we idealized acquire complexity. What appeared mysterious may reveal itself as fear, while strength may coexist with fragility in ways that do not fit the story we originally constructed.

This is where love faces a more demanding test than attraction ever did. 
Can it survive the acquisition of reality?

To know someone deeply is to surrender the privilege of keeping them entirely inside our fantasy. The closer we come, the less freedom we have to invent them. What remains is a separate human being whose inner world will never perfectly conform to our wishes.

Perhaps recognition begins precisely there. 
Not in the intoxicating conviction that we have found the person we imagined, but in the slower discovery that we had not fully imagined them at all.

The question is no longer simply, 
“Why am I so drawn to you?” 
It becomes something far more revealing: 
“Now that I can see more clearly who you are, do I still want to know you?”
Because eventually every love must confront the same uncomfortable possibility: 
Did I love you, or did I love what I placed upon you?



Recognition begins where idealization ends
If projection fills the spaces left by what we do not yet know, recognition begins as those spaces become smaller. 
We learn enough about another person that imagination can no longer do all the work.

This is where the romantic idea that love is blind becomes psychologically unconvincing. 
Infatuation can be blind. Idealization certainly can. 
Love, at its most mature, may require increasingly accurate vision.

Psychoanalysis offers a useful way to understand why this is difficult. 
Early in life, the mind does not easily reconcile the fact that the person who gratifies us and the person who frustrates us are the same person. 
Melanie Klein described splitting as a primitive defense that separates experience into good and bad when holding contradiction becomes too threatening. Although psychological development gives us a greater capacity for integration, the impulse does not disappear simply because we become adults.

Romantic relationships have an extraordinary ability to resurrect it.

When someone gives us what we long for, it can be tempting to experience them as exceptional. 
When the same person disappoints us, withdraws, fails to understand us, or reveals a limitation we would rather they did not possess, the image can reverse with remarkable speed. The person who seemed uniquely good becomes selfish or inadequate. 
Idealization gives way to devaluation because integrating both experiences requires considerably more psychological work.

Object relations theory describes a more mature achievement through the development of object constancy: the capacity to maintain an emotionally coherent experience of another person even when our immediate feelings toward them change. 
  • I can be furious with you without forgetting everything I know about you. 
  • I can feel disappointed without rewriting our entire history around the disappointment. 
  • Your failure to meet one of my needs does not erase your value, just as my love for you does not require me to deny the ways in which you can hurt or frustrate me.
Perhaps this is where the idea of loving another person’s shadow becomes more interesting than its romanticized version. 
The shadow is not a collection of charming imperfections we generously agree to tolerate. 
Encountering another person fully means discovering aspects of them that complicate our preferred understanding of who they are. 
  1. Fear may live beside courage. 
  2. Generosity may coexist with selfishness. 
  3. A person capable of extraordinary tenderness may also retreat behind defenses that leave us unable to reach them.
Recognition asks whether we can hold these contradictions without reducing a complex human being to whichever version is most convenient in the moment.

This does not mean that loving someone requires accepting everything they do. 
Love and judgment are not mutually exclusive, nor does seeing someone as a whole person erase the consequences of their choices. 
It means that our perception of who they are can survive the fluctuations of what we feel about them.

Perhaps that is one of the quiet differences between idealization and love. 
Idealization needs the beloved to remain consistent with the fantasy. 
Recognition allows reality to arrive.



You are not everything I imagined. 
You are far more complicated than that.
Now I am beginning to know you.





Love is tested when the function fails
There is another way reality eventually enters a relationship. 
The person we love stops being able to give us something we had quietly come to expect.

Modern relationships are full of functions we rarely name as such. 
We choose someone partly because 
  1. they make us feel secure or desired, 
  2. because they bring stability to our lives, 
  3. because they are competent when we feel overwhelmed, or 
  4. because they have always been the person who knows what to do. 
None of this makes a relationship transactional by definition. 
Love inevitably becomes woven into the practical architecture of a shared life. 
The difficulty begins when the function becomes so central that we can no longer distinguish it from the person performing it.

Life has an unfortunate habit of testing that distinction.
  • The person who has always been strong may one day collapse under something stronger than their usual defenses. 
  • Someone whose competence seemed almost inexhaustible may fail spectacularly. 
  • The partner who once carried everyone else may become the one who needs to be carried for a while. 
Trauma can disorganize a previously stable person, illness can alter a body that once seemed reliably available, and financial security can disappear with a phone call.

These moments are painful for reasons beyond the obvious disruption they bring. 
They expose the hidden architecture of attachment. 
If I loved you partly because you made my life easier, what happens to my feelings when loving you becomes difficult?  
If your strength allowed me to avoid confronting my own vulnerability, what happens when you are no longer strong enough for both of us? 
If I built my sense of security around what you could provide, can I remain interested in the human being who is still standing there when the provision stops?

The moment another person ceases to perform their assigned role is often the moment we discover what the relationship was actually built upon.

Perhaps this is why some people experience the most profound loneliness of their lives while already in a relationship. They were deeply valued as long as they remained useful in the way everyone had grown accustomed to. 
Then something happened. 
They became ill, traumatized, exhausted, unsuccessful, less sexually available, or simply unable to continue carrying what they had always carried. 
At precisely the moment they most needed to be encountered as a human being, they discovered how much of the attachment had belonged to their function.
To love someone beyond function is to accept a difficult fact about human life: 
No one remains permanently capable of being the easiest version of themselves to love. 
The person beside us will change. So will we. 
There will be periods when one has less to give, when old wounds become louder, or when circumstances expose parts of a person that competence once kept carefully hidden.

Recognition does not ask another person to remain perpetually useful so that our reasons for choosing them can remain intact. It asks whether, when the role temporarily falls away, we can still see who is underneath it.

Perhaps one of the clearest questions we can ask about love is not simply, 
“What does this person bring into my life?” 
but something more uncomfortable:

If they could no longer bring it, would I still know why I love them?
Why being fully seen can be more frightening than being needed

There is a peculiar safety in being loved for what we provide. If I know the terms of my value, I can work very hard to remain valuable.

For someone who learned early that closeness depended on being useful, successful, agreeable, attractive, undemanding, or emotionally responsible for other people, love can become inseparable from performance. 
Attachment is secured through doing. 
  • The child who receives warmth when achieving learns to achieve. 
  • The one praised for causing no trouble becomes exceptionally good at having no needs. 
  • Another discovers that keeping a parent emotionally stable is the most reliable way to preserve connection. 
Over time, these adaptations can become so deeply integrated into personality that they no longer feel like strategies at all. They simply feel like who we are.

Adult relationships then offer familiar roles:
  1. The competent one solves problems. 
  2. The strong one does not fall apart. 
  3. The provider creates security. 
  4. The attractive one remains desirable. 
  5. The caretaker anticipates everyone else’s needs before acknowledging their own. 
Each role carries a hidden promise: 
As long as I continue doing this well enough, perhaps you will have a reason to keep me.

Psychoanalytically, these identities can function as defensive organizations around shame. 
The performed self protects something more vulnerable underneath it, including the fear that without achievement or usefulness there may be nothing sufficiently lovable left to offer. 
Conditional regard becomes internalized long after the original relationship is gone. 
No one has to explicitly demand the performance anymore because the person has learned to demand it from themselves.

This is why being needed can sometimes feel safer than being known. 
Need provides a contract whose terms are understandable. 
If you depend on my competence, I can remain competent.  
If my strength is what keeps you close, I know which part of myself must never collapse.
Recognition removes that protection.

When another person becomes curious about what exists beneath the role, intimacy moves toward precisely the territory the role was designed to conceal. Someone begins noticing the exhaustion beneath competence, the fear beneath self-sufficiency, or the shame hidden behind relentless achievement. Instead of being impressed by the structure, they want to know the person living inside it.

This can feel less like relief than exposure.

The possibility of rejection also changes. 
If you reject what I provide, I can improve my performance or decide that you failed to appreciate its value. 
But if I allow you to know the parts of myself I have spent years protecting, your rejection can reach somewhere far more vulnerable.

The question is no longer whether you will reject what I can do for you.
It is whether you will reject me once you know who I am.

Perhaps this is why genuine recognition can provoke retreat precisely when we expect it to create closeness. To be seen is often described as one of our deepest human desires, but desire does not eliminate fear. For someone whose attachment has long depended on earning a place in another person’s life, being loved without a clearly defined function can feel almost incomprehensible. There is nothing obvious to accomplish and no performance that guarantees the outcome.

There is only the frightening possibility that another person has seen enough of you to know that you are imperfect, unfinished, and sometimes difficult to love, and has not yet looked away.



Love from wholeness is not love without need
The idea that love should come from wholeness is easy to misunderstand. 
In its most diluted popular version, it becomes another demand for radical self-sufficiency: 
heal yourself completely, meet all your own needs, learn to require nothing from anyone, and only then will you be qualified for healthy love.

Human biology suggests otherwise.
  • We are an attachment-dependent species. 
  • Our capacity to regulate emotion develops in relationship long before it becomes something we can do for ourselves, and even psychologically mature adults continue to regulate one another. 
  • The presence of someone we trust can influence physiological arousal and our perception of threat.
  • Familiar touch can become associated with safety. 
  • The loss of an attachment figure can disrupt sleep, appetite, concentration, and bodily equilibrium with a force that makes the language of heartbreak seem considerably less metaphorical.

To love from wholeness, then, cannot mean becoming immune to attachment. 
Nor does it mean that losing someone we love should leave us serenely untouched because we have done enough work on ourselves. 
If another human being has become deeply integrated into our emotional life, their absence will be registered by both mind and body.

Wholeness means something more psychologically demanding than independence.
It means that I do not require you to become responsible for the existence of myself.

Jung’s concept of individuation offers one way of understanding this distinction. 
Individuation is not isolation from other people but the lifelong development of a self that can become increasingly differentiated from collective expectations and unconscious identifications. 
In love, this creates an interesting paradox. 
We can become profoundly attached without asking the relationship to erase the boundary between two selves.

  1. I can need your presence without requiring you to organize your entire existence around preventing my fear of losing you. 
  2. I can depend on you in some parts of life without making you responsible for every part I have not learned to carry. 
  3. I can allow your love to change me without asking you to supply an identity that disappears whenever you are gone.

This is where completion becomes a dangerous metaphor for romance. 
If I believe another person completes me, then their separateness may eventually begin to feel threatening. Their independent desires can seem like withdrawal. Their growth may be experienced as abandonment, while any movement away from the role I assigned them risks reopening the deficiency they were recruited to repair.

Love from wholeness allows for a different kind of dependence. 
  1. Two people can rely on each other without becoming psychologically interchangeable. 
  2. They can build a shared life without surrendering the private territory of the self. 
  3. Each can influence who the other becomes without claiming authorship over that becoming.

Perhaps the opposite of dependency is not independence but differentiation: 
The capacity to remain oneself while deeply connected to someone who remains fully themselves.

  • I am whole, and I can still miss you terribly. 
  • I can survive without you and still prefer a life in which you are beside me. 
  • I can need you without asking you to become the missing piece of a self I never learned to build.

Love does not become less profound when two people can stand on their own. 
Sometimes the freedom to stand is precisely what allows them to choose, again and again, to stand together.



Love makes room for becoming
Perhaps the deepest expression of secure attachment is not the ability to keep someone close, but the ability to remain connected while allowing them to move.

Attachment theory has always contained this apparent paradox: 
A secure base is valuable not because it keeps us permanently within reach, but because security makes exploration possible. 

The child who trusts that connection will survive distance becomes freer to encounter the world. Something of that developmental truth remains with us in adulthood. 
The relationships in which we feel most securely held may also be the ones from which we can venture furthest into our own lives.

Love, in this sense, does not require another person’s world to contract around us as proof of devotion. 
  • It can tolerate ambition that carries them somewhere new, 
  • Curiosity that does not always include us, and 
  • Dreams whose meaning belongs primarily to them. 

The bond remains important without becoming a border around the self.

I have always loved this idea in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. 
Fatima does not ask Santiago to abandon his Personal Legend in order to prove that he loves her. 
Her love does not become smaller because he must continue his journey. 
She understands something that is psychologically difficult to practice: 
another person’s becoming is not necessarily a departure from us.

Perhaps that is why freedom belongs so naturally beside love. 
Not the freedom of emotional detachment, in which nobody needs anyone enough to be hurt, but the freedom that becomes possible when attachment is strong enough to tolerate two separate lives continuing to unfold.

There is something profoundly intimate about looking at another person and refusing to make yourself the limit of who they are allowed to become.


Go where your life is asking you to go. 
Discover what you have not yet discovered about yourself. 
I will not ask you to become smaller so that I can feel larger, or less alive so that I can feel secure. 
If I love you, your growth is not evidence that I am losing you. 
It is part of the person I am choosing to know.


Perhaps this is what love ultimately offers that completion cannot. 
Completion imagines that two people arrive carrying missing pieces and become whole by fitting themselves together. 
Love allows for something more alive. 
Two people meet while each is still becoming, and the relationship does not bring that process to an end.

We do not complete each other. 
We witness each other becoming.


And perhaps the rarest kind of recognition is not simply to look at another person and say, 
I see who you are.

It is to remain beside them long enough to say, 
I see who you are becoming, too.



VERA HART



terça-feira, 22 de setembro de 2026

The Sun


StockCake






This morning on the desk,
facing up,
a poem of Kavanagh’s
celebrating a lost love.

“She was the sun,” he said,
and now she still
lives in the fibre
of his arms,
her warmth
through all the years
folding the old man’s hand
in hers
of a Sunday
Dublin morning.

Sometimes reading
Kavanagh I look out
at everything
growing so wild
and faithfully beneath
the sky
and wonder
why we are the one
terrible
part of creation
privileged
to refuse our flowering.

I know
in the text of the heart
the flower is our death
and the first opening
of the new life
we have yet to imagine,
but Kavanagh’s line
reminds me
how I want to know
that sun,
and how I want to flower
and how I want to claim
my happiness
and how I want to walk
through life
amazed and inarticulate
with thanks.

And how I want to
know that warmth
through
love itself,
and
through the sun itself.

I want to know
that sun
of happiness
when I wake
and see through
my window
the morning color
on the far mountain.

I want to know
when I lean down to the lilies
by the water
and feel their small and
perfect reflection
on my face.

I want to know
that gift
when I walk
innocent through the trees
burning with life
and the green
passion
of the pasture’s
first growth,

and I want to know
as lazily
as the cows
that tear at the grass
with their
soft mouths.

I want to know
what I am
and what I am
involved with by loving
this world
as I do.

And I want time
to think of all
the unlived lives:

those that fail to notice
until it is too late,

those with eyes staring
with bitterness,

and those
met on the deathbed
whose mouths are wide
with
unspoken love.

Every year
they keep me faithful
and help me
realize there is more
to lose
than I thought
and more at stake
than the mere
possibility
of a recognized
heroism.

They remind me
why
I want to be found by love,
why I want to come alive
in the holiness
of that belonging,
and like Kavanagh

I want to be courageous
in my terrors.

I want to know
in life or death
all the ways
the warmth of that
great rose fire
sun
in its heaven
has made me.

And everything
that made me
has been
a sun to my growing,
that is the article
of my faith,
even the darkness
of that soil that went
before the time of light
was another
kind of sun.

What I am
is what I have
been grown by,
the sun,
that great love,
all the many small loves
and that one love too
who waited so long
to find me and
who has always
walked by my side
folding my
remembering
hand in hers.



David Whyte
in, The House of Belonging




Rest


David Whyte





 is the conversation 
between 
what we love to do and 
how we love to be




Rest
is the conversation between what we love to do and how we love to be. 
Rest is the essence of giving and receiving; an act of remembering, imaginatively and intellectually, but also psychologically and physically. To rest is to give up on the already exhausted will as the prime motivator of endeavour, with its endless outward need to reward itself through established goals. To rest is to give up on worrying and fretting, and the sense that there is something wrong with the world unless we are there to put it right; to rest is to fall back, literally or figuratively, from outer targets and shift the goal not to an inner, static bull’s eye, an imagined state of perfect stillness, but to an inner state of natural exchange.

The template of rest is the natural exchange of the body breathing, the autonomic giving and receiving that forms the basis and the measure of life itself. We are rested when we are a living exchange between what lies inside and what lies outside, when we are an intriguing conversation between the potential that lies in our imagination and the possibilities for making that internal image real in the world; we are rested when we let things alone and let ourselves alone, to do what we do best, breathe as the body intended us to breathe, to walk as we were meant to walk, to live with the rhythm of a house and a home, giving and taking through cooking and cleaning. When we give and take in an easy, foundational way, we are closest to the authentic self, and closest to that authentic self when we are most rested. To rest is not self-indulgent; to rest is to prepare to give the best of ourselves, and to perhaps, most importantly, arrive at a place where we are able to understand what we have already been given.

In the first state of rest is the sense of stopping, of giving up on what we have been doing or how we have been being. 
In the second is the sense of slowly coming home, the physical journey into the body’s un-coerced and un-bullied self, as if trying to remember the way or even the destination itself. 
In the third state is a sense of healing and self-forgiveness and of arrival. 
In the fourth state, deep in the primal exchange of the breath, is the give and the take, the blessing and the being blessed, and the ability to delight in both. 
The fifth stage is a sense of absolute readiness and presence, a delight in and an anticipation of the world and all its forms; a sense of being the meeting itself between inner and outer, and that receiving and responding occur in one spontaneous movement.

A deep experience of rest is the template of perfection in the human imagination, a perspective from which we are able to perceive the outer specific forms of our work and our relationships whilst being nourished by the shared foundational gift of the breath itself. From this perspective we can be rested while putting together an elaborate meal for an arriving crowd, whilst climbing the highest mountain or sitting at home surrounded by the chaos of a loving family.

Rested, we are ready for the world but not held hostage by it; rested, we care again for the right things and the right people in the right way. In rest we re-establish the goals that make us more generous, more courageous, more of an invitation, someone we want to remember, and someone others would want to remember too.




David Whyte
in, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words





domingo, 20 de setembro de 2026

This Be The Verse

 

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They fuck you up, your mum and dad.   
    They may not mean to, but they do.   
They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,   
Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.



Philip Larkin



Critical Thinking Is Harder Than You Think


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Everyone questions 
what they disagree with. 
Almost nobody questions 
what they already believe.




Think about the last time you read something that confirmed exactly what you already believed. 
Notice what happened next. 
You didn’t scrutinize the source. You didn’t question the methodology. You didn’t look for the angle. You absorbed it. The feeling of being right moved so fast through you that by the time you finished reading, the claim had already become belief.

That process is invisible precisely because it feels like thinking. It isn’t.

When information contradicts what you believe, your guard goes up. 

You question, you probe, you resist. You demand evidence. You check the source. 
This comes naturally. Your psychology handles it for free. 

But when information confirms what you believe, every filter shuts off. 
The source seems credible by default. The evidence seems sufficient without examination. The claim slides into your mind and settles there without ever being asked to prove itself.

You do this dozens of times a day. So does everyone. 
The asymmetry is so consistent and so invisible that most people go their entire lives without noticing it. 
They believe they’re thinking critically because they’re skilled at questioning what they disagree with. They never realize that the information they agree with walks through the front door unchecked, every single time.

The modern information environment makes this worse in a way most people haven’t reckoned with. Every article you read, every video you finish, every post you share teaches the algorithm what to show you next. Over time, without any single moment you could point to, you end up inside a curated stream of information that mostly confirms what you already think. You believe you’re staying informed. 

What you’re mostly doing is accumulating evidence for positions you already held.

I called this the symmetry principle. 
Many reader agreed it was important. And the reason goes deeper than laziness or distraction.

Some beliefs you can examine freely. You can update your opinion about a restaurant, a movie, a piece of software without any distress at all. The belief was light. It wasn’t connected to anything important. You set it down and pick up a better one.

But other beliefs resist examination with a force that has nothing to do with evidence. 
Challenge them and you don’t feel curious. You feel attacked. Your pulse changes. Your thinking narrows. You start building a defense before you’ve even understood the challenge. 
These are the beliefs that have stopped being positions and started being identity. Questioning them doesn’t feel like intellectual inquiry. It feels like someone is questioning you.

Every person reading this, including myself, has beliefs in that second category. Beliefs we protect without realizing we’re protecting them. Beliefs we’ve never examined because the examination itself feels intolerable.

The question is what those beliefs are costing us by going unexamined. And that cost is higher than most people are willing to look at.

  1. Why your mind protects certain beliefs from examination more fiercely than it protects others?
  2. What the Stoics understood about the gap between receiving information and accepting it?
  3. Why learning to sit with genuine uncertainty is the rarest and most valuable intellectual skill you can develop?
  4. What it looks like to build a relationship with knowledge that goes deeper than consumption?



in, Stoic Wisdoms



sábado, 19 de setembro de 2026

Stereotype







What is the stereotype of a sexual offender?
Believe me it's not true.

What is the stereotype of a Victim?
Again it's not true.

Take away the stereotypes,
You don't know who they are,

Is it a stranger in the distance?
Is it someone not so far?

The offenders is someone's child, parent or friend,
They don't just hide in the dark corners of the street end.

The victim is someone's child, parent or friend,
For them the darkness will never seem to end.

The offender is innocent to guilt is found, 
The victim is shamed, called a liar that sleeps around. 

Don't be so quick to judge who they are, 
That because you know the offender they are innocent by far.

Thinking of this subject puts people in an awkward place,
Not knowing what to say, how to understand or tell by a face.

Think of yourself in a room filled with family and friends,
Could you tell who is the offender or victim through your eyes lense? 


Anonymous