I am a simple, flawed human, and part of the open sharing meant to nurture my own self-awareness that I started this thing to help with, is to look myself square in the mirror and admit that sometimes I have some really bad bed-head.
Active listening involves concentration, understanding, responding when appropriate and only to an appropriate degree, and letting the other person guide the conversation as they need. And it’s still a conversation so long as one person is talking (or snotting on your sleeve) and another is paying attention.
There is a reason we are attracted to the various things we are attracted to, and it’s not always as basic as food, shelter, or the proliferation of our genes. There are almost 50000-year-old cave paintings in Spain and Indonesia, arguably done by someone as a hobby in his off-time.
One of my earliest memories is of waking up Christmas morning to the sound of sleigh bells jingling outside my bedroom window that I now know was my father, but when you’re five it’s the coolest thing ever.
I have always believed there is great drama in a simple life, it's a concept that's fueled many great literary novels, but what of the simple life? None of us are ever only one thing - paramedic, police officer, firefighter, victim, survivor, witness. As this young woman said, PTSD defines her injury, but it does not define her.
Surrounding myself with creative people, people of like minds and similar ideologies, people I think of as smarter and more inspired than I am, is something I hope will help me nurture myself and the deeper things I’ve found myself exploring. I’ve come to call it soul soaking.