I feel I am arriving at something of a nexus: the start of a new academic year, a change of role and becoming Course Lead for the humanistic counselling and psychotherapy programme, and (hopefully) edging closer and closer to finalising publication for my book on humanistic psychotherapy. A kind of tabula rosa, one most figurally …
I find myself in one of those transitional spaces; waiting for one thing to be called to an end, while the next thing has yet to start! The link, a tenuous footbridge spanning between, is humanistic therapy. The thing to be called to an end is the book on humanistic psychotherapy I have written. Now …
Where to begin… This in itself is both the intention and the mystery as I sit to write this post. Many different things have come together to form the intention to write something about phenomenology today: the invite to write a chapter on Buddhist phenomenology; the ending of another academic year with its wrapping up …
It’s a habit of mine – weekdays at least – to have a quick check of emails as I begin my day. This morning, I was greeted by one from Routledge: it’s official, my book proposal has gone out for review. The anxious wait commences… Yesterday, I found myself pondering what I might do with …
I came to Normandy with a very specific remit: to have some time in intense practice with my yidam, Vajrayogini; and to read through the first draft of my book explicating my ideas on what is a humanistic psychotherapy. In terms of my experience, I am readying myself to leave with more under my belt: …
Last week I completed a first draft of my book; one week ahead of the deadline I had set for my trip to France – part practice retreat, part book immersion. I will spend my mornings in practice with the yidam Vajrayogini, and my afternoons – keeping her in mind – sat at my desk …
I am in touching distance of a first draft of my book; a plan to go on retreat at the end of February ensuring I keep a fire under me. The retreat will be mornings of practice, afternoons of reading and editing. Just the thought of being in Normandy, withdrawn into my sources of nourishment …
Walking into work yesterday ahead of teaching on a two day block with the Masters students I felt a deep sense of gratitude. The University campus was just coming alive; looking through the windows of various teaching spaces, people crouched over their laptops or engrossed in books sipping a coffee. Imagining the day to come, …
I can’t quite believe it is two months since I blogged. It’s not the first time there has been a lag between posts; but this time it was very much a conscious decision. What writing time I have had needed to go towards book writing and edging my way through the 60 or so essays …
Writing for the book draft has slowed. What started pre-retreat as a sense of edginess transmuted post-retreat into a conscious decision to step back from the keyboard. The edginess was a tectonic plate-like meeting of my drive to finish and my need to break this summer. Speaking with Rinpoche on retreat brought the “high lung” …