The Black Box.

I'm sitting in the library, a notebook, mango juice - just eaten my supermarket sandwich before I go back to work . I was trying to draw a mind map , to gather my thoughts. But I think writing here will help me to clarify... I'm very aware that complaints don't work out well for the person who complains. Recently a friend of mine walked out of her job. She had made a complaint about the behaviour of a male colleague - and her complaint was substantiated by other members of staff, but when she spoke about this with her practice manager things did not go well. She left her job. He got promotion. How this happened is so far inexplicable! Enough to say that she felt bullied and undermined by the complaints procedure itself. She felt that her conduct was instantly the focus of the complaint rather than the conduct of the person that she had complained about.  How did that happen? She felt 'as if the attack dogs had been released' and so she ran... It looks like ignori...

Where does attraction live? In our heads? In our hearts? In the vagaries of the autonomic nervous system? Heading into darkening skies, stars flickering into vision, twilight. Following a path that was always there. As the sky dims a sensation of momentum and gravity brings you to the edge of a lake. Here the smooth water is so deeply blue, so silent. The air is perfumed, everything is waiting, and the trees seem to quiver as the moon rises. A quiet hush surrounds this eternal infinity.  This moment is old, it is primal, it is universal. And all it takes is your total surrender. As self dissolves into the void. -- I imagine that Kit would assess my previous post as indicating my closeness to a resolution?  As if by naming the harms done to me in the name of ethical conduct, I'm showing that I'm ready to move on. Nothing could be further from the truth. Nothing has changed, nothing can change. I can't resolve the fragments, too many missing pieces. Hieroglyphs without the Ro...

One of my most transformative experiences during the last few years was getting into cold, very cold water. As I floated in 4 degrees  I reached out and held the ice. My pupils were dilated (sympathetic nervous system on overload), everything radiated energy. The water before me was something else, infinity, death? Not sure. Full of light. The sky was the kind of blue beyond thought, beyond understanding. The trees on the other side of the lake lent me their roots. Deep slow breaths, calm, calm, calm, absolute total bliss... Later that year I bought a ring; amber with a line of silver; like the rune, isa. I assume if you like me are a Hoffer (someone who practices Wim Hof Method...) ice has a slightly different meaning for us. The cold is merciless but righteous! "The cold is merciless, but it is absolutely righteous. It goes past the mind, past the conditioning, past all comfort-zone behavior, past our weakness, and makes us strong." Wim Hof. But, standing on ice is differen...

Revisiting...15th November 2021.  [LINK to post - "Was she in love with him?"] This discussion between kit and myself crystallised my unease about attachment theory , and the reparative relationship . It made me question the shape, limits and function of psychotherapy . Specifically it made me feel uneasy about Kit. In the dialogue on that day, kit tells me about a client who arrived for therapy for three years, who sat with 'clenched fists', unable to accept 'love', and who left therapy 'transformed'. Kit described her case as an example of Richard Erskine 's juxtaposition .  Kit distilled juxtaposition as, resisting that which we most want and need. I listened to our dialogue about this again last night. I was struck by his tone of voice, and the pauses in the transmission. I felt as if he wanted me to feel the impact through his narrative, so I would feel as he had felt. He wanted me to believe? Well there is a bit more to it, what I heard and ...