We are, in the deepest sense, responsible for ourselves. We are, as Sartre put it, the authors of ourselves. Through the accretion of our choices, our actions, and our failures to act, we ultimately design ourselves. We cannot avoid this responsibility, this freedom. In Sartre’s terms, ‘we are condemned to freedom.’
Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope—a slight change, and all patterns alter.
The answer to the problem of suffering is not away from the problem but in it. The inevitability of pain will not be met by deadening sensitivity but by increasing it, by exploring and feeling out the manner in which the natural organism itself wants to react and which its innate wisdom has provided.
- Chaney Root
- Hawthorn Berry
- John the Conqueror
- Lily of the Valley
- Morning Glory
- Orange Peel
- Rose Petals/Buds
- St John’s Wort
- Witch Grass (Panicum capillare)
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soulmate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.
Cry if it will reduce your heartache. Then, wipe your tears. Pick yourself up. Face the world. Life goes on.