As I reflect upon it, it’s interesting to think about how my morality has evolved over time. When I was younger, a lot the whole of my morality was based around people who have hurt me. I did not want to be like the bullies at school, or like my father. So I was going to be fair and have integrity.
Tag: DungeonPrompts
I think, therefore I exercise
One of the blogs I follow, The Seekers Dungeon, posted this exercise (I’ve taken some editing liberties):
Simply sit still with your spine as straight as possible. Close your eyes and slowly count backwards from 10 to 1 while following your breath. After you reach 1, continue to watch your breath. You will notice thoughts coming and going but try not to be bothered by them, just keep coming back to the breath. If you are like 99% of the population, after sometime you will have forgotten that you are meditating at all as you become lost in thought on some specific matter. tell us about the thought that you got lost in. What is the story behind it? The person behind it? The emotion behind it.
After you are finished writing, don’t hit publish right away. Take your post as a continuation of your meditation and breathe through it. Is every word correct? Are you clear in what you are trying to say? When you feel that you’ve completely fleshed out your ideas then hit publish, sit back, and relax. Good job!
Who still has their bee-bee?
“If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking… is freedom.” These are the words of President Dwight D. Eisenhower.
This quote was offered to incite thought about security versus freedom, thanks to a more existential prompt source, (sorry I’m late with this, by the by. I was sick) and I’ve been thinking about it this week.
A client came to mind: A white man in his 60’s, he’s just out of prison. He said that when he got out, they put him in a cab with $5 and sent him downtown. And that was it. He doesn’t know where to go or what to do, so he came to my center. He said that, in prison, his needs were met, he was in a structured environment and he had a pretty good life. He seems to feel overwhelmed: he doesn’t know what to do or how to do it. He doesn’t have any kind of structure and boundaries imposed on him and he’s lost touch with the ability to limit himself.
I think this is telling. Freedom is scary.
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