Intuitive in the mode of passion
The Blog of Dr. Janelle Trees
I was ambivalent, but curious, about the UN. It accommodates a bunch of scoundrels, kept in dull sinecure. And there are also terribly earnest people, sincerely looking to make things better.
What was it like to say goodbye to all the material world you knew, even the land you walked on?
The damaged shopping trolley was full of the worldly possessions of the house-less person who had been sheltering there.
On the third day without showers, locals reminded me that desert people lived without them for longer periods. Water was kept for drinking.
Watching the lights of a thousand cars, I’m musing about the dreams of the people on this island.
We watch the birds sheltering, clustered on one side of the tree as a dust-storm blows in. It’s the Australian interior in January in the era of Climate Change—way too hot.
We build our selves on an emotional skeleton of passed and dead drama, trauma, healing and learning, if we’re fortunate.
‘And how did the rulers make that light appear? Every year it came to the temple for seven hundred years. What if it was cloudy, like it is today?’
Sign up to get the latest posts from this blog delivered right to your email inbox:
Thank you! Your email address has been added to the list, and you will receive your first update soon.
Banner photo of Uluru sunset by Grant McIver
© 2015 - 2019 by Janelle Trees. All rights reserved.