Posts about emotion

Lake view in Hokkaido
Pink sunset by the lake in Hokkaido
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Blue sky and a path in the middle.

There are seasons when it feels as though nothing is moving.Nothing has changed.You are still facing the same questions. Still circling the same decisions.Still standing in what feels like the same place. And strangely, those are often the times when we become most focused on what we have not done. The actions we did

Before Setting Sail

When you recognise what the feeling is actually about — something else becomes possible. In the previous piece “So What’s Wrong with It? “, I wrote about a particular kind of discomfort — the irritation or moral unease that can arrive when someone else does something freely that you have not yet allowed yourself to

On Discernment
A beautiful sunset reflection on the lake surface.

The misunderstanding We tend to think of discernment as a cognitive act. Something you perform at a crossroads: weigh the options, choose the better one, move on. And sometimes it is that. But the kind of discernment that matters — the kind that tells you whether to stay or leave, whether to trust or

On Discernment

“On the fox, and on the professional habit of deciding something is not worth having before you have properly tried to reach it.” – Somatic Clarity You know the fable. The fox sees grapes hanging high on a vine. He tries to reach them, fails, and walks away declaring that they were probably sour

On Discernment
Watching the sun setting by the beach.

Here is a difference between releasing what weighs you down and abandoning what makes you who you are. In the first piece of this series, I wrote about the difference between relief and clarity — how the feeling of letting go can be real and good, while still being something other than wisdom. I

On Discernment
a full-moon in the early hours of morning by the beach.

There is a particular feeling that comes when you get rid of something. A bag of clothes you no longer wear, a shelf of books you will never read again, the furniture that made the room feel smaller than it was. The space that follows is almost physical — a loosening, a breath. It

On Discernment