“(…) Yet feelings that haven’t been reported don’t and can’t go away. They linger and spread their energy randomly to neighbouring issues. Envy comes out as spite. Anger over inattention comes out as a remark that the partner is looking rather fat at the moment – though of course by the time hurt has manifested itself as aggression, any chances of being comforted are over.

Feelings we haven’t got a handle on wreak havoc. They force themselves forward in troubling, furious and depressed ways. They buckle and strain the system. We develop pernicious ticks; a facial twitch, impotence, an incapacity to work, alcoholism, a porn compulsion. Most so called addictions are at heart symptoms of insistent difficult feelings that we haven’t found a way to address.

How then might we come to be better observers and correspondents of our feelings? Reading may have rather a large role to play. In order to know how to spot the feelings that are flying across the hemisphere of consciousness, we rely on having a good inner manual rich with entries about possible phenomena. A major task of literature is to help us fill this inner manual. A great novelist can walk us through a range of elusive tricky sensations in his or her fictional characters, thereby making it easier to acknowledge these in ourselves. The writer is, ideally, someone uncommonly patient about the curious, less discussed, apparently weirder things that float around in the human head. An important work of literature is like a new entry in mankind’s dictionary of feelings. A great book can give us the eerie, beautiful sensation of knowing us better than we have hitherto known ourselves.”


“It can help too to surround ourselves with people who will help us in our search to identify and catalogue our feelings correctly. They are the ones we call the good listeners. Part of coming to know how we feel is having an audience that can be receptive to the truth about us. In the company of open-minded people, we circulate more freely in our own minds. We remember thoughts that the censoriousness or boredom of other companions had blocked. We become more receptive to ourselves.”

mais lá no The Book of Life:


There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.

I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.

…and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them

and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,

except it will
not come so grandly
so Biblically
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love

so that when
we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and everything confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t
because finally
after all this struggle
and all these years
you don’t want to any more

you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness
however fluid and however
dangerous to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

Excerpted from THE TRUELOVE
From ‘The Sea in You :
Twenty Poems of Requited and Unrequited Love
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press


de um review sobre os CDs da Clarissa Pinkola, Warming the Stone Child. Só para não perder..:

“At first haunting (imagine being told a fairy tale by an expert story teller) and then revealing, this CD set can bring healing and insight to obsessions, emotional hunger and depression. I was amazed at how fairy tales can explain childhood issues that haunt us as adults. Even if you only have an interest in the revelations in myths, fairy tales and Jungian analysis, this will intrigue you. I can also recommend this to anyone who is interested in comfort, nurturing and re-creating the inner mother.

In conclusion, I think unconditional love from a man or a woman can heal you if it is nurturing and true commitment love. What I think the heart longs for is safety in which to blossom. It can take time to heal, but if you find someone to truly love you, then you can be reborn and let the hurts of the past dissolve into the mist of memory.”


foi um cansaço. fundo. pesado. dreno. cansada. can. sa. da. palavras não cabiam. palavras intencionavam flutuar.. e cediam.

algo perdeu o sentido.


e desse vazio – esse, um tanto diferente, um tanto forrado – algum alívio veio.

que essas pernas me levem.