Interesting...  I find if it doesn't feel as spontaneous, it feels kind of stuffy...
I was re-writing a description I had thought of earlier, and it just wasn't as fun as the first time around... It took a lot more mental effort.

Fixation...
SNAP!
Wake Up.

Go ahead and spill some paint...

Anyone who can take me to the edge of my fears...
You are a True Friend to my Soul...
Thank you.

The Collective "We."

I noticed one of the only times I really used the idea of a collective "we" is when referring to INFPs as a group...

I don't do it for teams I root for like many others do...
I don't do it when referring to classmates, or the college I attended...
But I do it when relating to INFPs...

I suppose We is where we often feel at home, where we feel a sense of belonging...
The I or the Me become We, creating a new boundary...

I used to freak out when I'd make little spelling errors, or grammatical mistakes while posting on threads...  Though lately I find myself okay with leaving the mistakes, and not editing...

I wonder if it has to do with my longing for total freedom to mess up as needed...  Freedom I didn't allow myself as a child, for fear of being punished or unloved...

Play

True play involves a joyful exploration...
There are no mistakes...
Only learning...

The wisdom of no escape...
With courage and strength...

Blind bat using sonar
Slowly a larger picture begins to appear

The eyes of others help increase our own resolving power...

To re-search...
To seek out the forgotten knowledge within...

The playfulness of the INFP...
Is it to balance out our inner deep devotion?

Advice is often relative...
All those quotes people post...
Indeed many are helpful, just not helpful to all individuals...

Names

When we learn another person's name...
Or when we give a name to an animal...
Is that a way of acknowledging another being's soul?

I find myself chuckling quite often now...
This is quite unusual for me...
I'm curious if it has any major significance...

The Red Cape

Red Cape blowing in the wind...

Dancing fluttering freely...

Horns of the world come charging in...

No matter how still the Red Cape tries...

Taking it Personal

I've found that over the years, my best work, my best efforts are a result of deep personal investment in something.  It comes from a place of passion...  Action and being become intertwined...  The more personal, the more strength and power I can draw...

So to tell an INFP not to take something personal is in fact removing a source of their greatest strength...  It's telling the INFP to remove their spirit, their enthusiasm, their passion...  The inner burning light that exists within them...

There's a reason why INFPs can be so devoted to a cause, to challenges that may seem overwhelmingly difficult, and impossible to succeed at...

It's because it's Personal...  It's the work of our Souls....

Do I share ideas?
Or do I push ideas?

Designer Engineer

What am I trying to build?
Myself?
Internal models in my head?
A better way of doing things in the world?

The rawness that exists within...

Finding things that make us light up...

Can something like a machine, say for instance, a computer, just randomly come together on its own?
Or must there always be some outside organizing creative force to pull pieces together to make a whole?

The Power of Being Present for another...
Today I'm reminded of the effect, being on the receiving end...
Thankful...

Island

You ask me to turn out the light
Yet I long to lie by you still
Now cold and alone I depart
A journey below
Away from where you float freely

Curled up on icy tiles
Wishing for a warm helping hand
Only to find this pain I feel
Is mine and mine alone
While you wish for peace
I wish for embrace

When it's your turn to feel the cold and the shiver
I'm am there to comfort with warmth and soothing
While this comforts my soul I can't help but wonder
Where were you when your current state was me?
I whip myself for such thoughts thinking,
Perhaps if I show you want I like?
Only to be proven a fool in another time...

Melancholy and Joy...
You are both my friends...
By contrast you seem to amplify one another...
I see beauty in both of you...
It feels strange to say this...
But Thank You...

Wow... Some powerful words spoken by this man...
There is strength in words...

http://www.infjorinfp.com/docs/Gandhi.htm

The Young Star

And the Young Star said to the Sage Sun, "How does one become so bright, and radiate with so much life and warmth?"  The Sage Sun replied, "The answer lies within."  The Young Star asked, "Well how do I know if I've found the answer?"  The Sage Sun said, "Well, let me tell you a few stories about various stars throughout the galaxy.  Perhaps then you'll find the answer you're seeking."

Sage Sun:  Have you seen the half moons up in the sky?  Are they really half moons?
Young Star:  No, the moons are actually whole, but we stars create a shadow that makes it look like they're only half moons.
Sage Sun:  You're right young one.  Well there are some stars that actually believe they're half stars.  They believe they look like the half moons.
Young Star:  What happens when a star believes it's only a half star?
Sage Sun:  When a stars only believes they're only half stars, they can't realize their full brightness.  They believe to achieve full brightness, they have to find another half star that fits them.
Young Star:  But Sage Sun, they're already whole.
Sage Sun:  Yes, you're right.  Every star is already whole.  But each star must grow up and finally realize that in order to burn at their fullest.  It takes time to see all parts of ourselves.  And sometimes we need the help of another.  That's the benefit of finding another half star.
Young Star:  So once they realize they're full stars, how does one become burning bright?
Sage Sun:  The answer lies within...

A blank canvas is always willing to listen...

Devotion...

I easily forget that I do this on a day-to-day basis...

If NFs were a group of super heroes

 In fearful day, in raging night, with strong hearts full, our souls ignite! When all seems lost in the War of Light, look to the stars, for hope burns bright! 

-- Blue Lantern Corps oath

http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Blue_Lantern_Corps

"What do I want?"
So often I forget to ask myself this...
Sometimes I just do things blindly...
I'm unsure if this is good or bad?

I notice I'm slightly more disciplined when I do ask myself what I want.

Cool new word I learned while reading an MBTI blog entry...  Graphomania.  :)
I just had to write that down.  ;P

Are there ghosts still within me?
I'm reading old blog entries I wrote, and I don't really remember writing the words...
Only a very vague recollection...
The time when everything was so raw...
It's as if I didn't have a choice but to write in order to survive.

The tides come rolling in and rolling out...

An interesting paradox that seems to exist within us...
In order to access The Divine, or the best parts of ourselves...
We have to fully realize our Humanness...

We can access our inner sanctum...
Which allows us to more fully connect to ourselves and to others...

What did the INFPs Ne and Fi tell his/her inferior Te?
"Thank you so much for allowing us to be so humble!  :)"

Okay seriously...  Where would I be without reframing?

Groggy low energy experiment in writing

Sludge coated thick
Ticker starts to stick
Ringing in hopes to wake
Though daylight spread around
Movement stands still
Distilled thought cannot be traced
Amoeba-like neurons
Amorphous in process
Singing a lullaby to sleep
Images while still
A stir so deep
In slumber more awake than standing

Eyes sewn shut by ties that bind...

When we know our own truth, Does it matter what others think about us?

Message to myself...

I'm still not where I want to be...
Having enough love for myself that I'm overflowing...
That which spills over is easily shared...
For there is no need to demand from another...
Since inside I would already be full...
There would be no need to dip into another's cup...

It's my intention to get to that place of abundance...
The place that's always there if only I'm willing...
If I'm willing to drop conditions...
If I'm willing to drop my own demands...

True giving is not trading...
Even when it involves self...

I find I'm not as open and free as I'd like to be...

I'm still very much guarded...

Seeing the impermanence of connections via mother duck and duckling reminds me of my own fears...

Perhaps I genuinely felt pain for the mother duck, because I could relate firsthand...

I find it difficult to sit still...  I find it difficult to trust in the unfolding...

What's around the next bend?  Do I have to close my eyes in order to see?

When I lose my appetite...  When I have to force myself to eat...  It's often a sign I'm grieving...  Today is one of those days...  A little duckling I just started to get to know...  Watching it joyful frolic and follow it's mother...  Down the chute of the small waterfall, and back up again...  Staying underneath its mom for shade while along the edge of the pond...

Now I see a mother duck all alone.  Her lone duckling to hatch is now gone.  She sits along the edge alone, surveying the area as if there were still a glimmer of hope.  She quacks intermittently, looks around, but no young one to be found...

When our severed connections are cleaved, it's as if a part of us is taken, leaving behind a phantom limb, or even a phantom heart...  Gone, but we can still feel those we have lost...  It only takes a few thoughts, or even subtle reminders to remember our past connection...

I'm curious to see how nature deals with loss...  For now the mother duck is still eating...  She's still swimming...  But now she swims alone...

If one were to find contentment, Is there a mode of action that doesn't require dissonance to be pushed forward?

What happens Beyond Fear? Beyond Loneliness?  Beyond Dissatisfaction?

Evolution towards reconnecting...
Finding our way back to wholeness...

There seems to be a quiet gentle voice that exists within...
It feels different...
It's comforting...
It's healing...

What does it take to access this voice more regularly?

Identity crisis

I was playing with a website that analyzes our writing style and guesses our type...  I had a mini identity crisis after entering text from my blog.  Basically it said my writing style is that of a sensor...  So I wrote about the experience, and placed that text in the program...

http://www.uclassify.com/browse/prfekt/Myers-Briggs-Perceiving-Function


What if indeed, I am not an intuitive, but a sensor?  All of this time playing the part of a soul whose journey is scattered and haphazard, believing my lack of direction is from a mere cognitive function.  Have I been using my type as shield from the light, from the truth of the matter?  How do I reconcile this identity crisis, for I've search so far and so long, and to come up as someone I attempt to distance myself from...

So I take two steps forward toward a different horizon...  a horizon of the unknown... a place of uncertainty.  I walk with eyes closed in hope I will better see.  May the warmth of the sun beckon me, so that my soul find its way back home to reclaim its rightful place, back to the hearth, back to where we are all connected as one...

1. iNtuition (86.6 %)
2. Sensing (13.4 %)

PS Apparently my writing style shows I'm a Thinker not a Feeler.  Oo!  I'm so logical!

What if the path I've taken was/is indeed the Best Of All Possible Situations?
Had events played out differently than they had, how would my own life and the life of others be affected?
I reflect, and I see some significant occurrences that may not have happened if my life course were different than it is today...
So I wonder if the path I've been on is really for the best...

How does one become a generous soul?
I believe it's when we truly realize, when we truly acknowledge the Infinite...
In it's true form, there is no price on it...  It is readily always available to give...
But we hold back because of our own fear...  Because of our own perceived lack...
Our cups do not overflow because of all of our conditions...

Strength from a deep sense of knowing...