At The Heart of The INFP Psyche

I think the heart of the INFP psyche involves honoring the individual experience of another, as well as advocating the honoring of individual experiences. Also while examining those experiences, common experience tends to reveal itself: Like reaching the center of the Earth, the part that touches all.

How I Control People

I set up a perimeter of land mines, forcing people not to cross certain boundaries, as I explode when my hypersensitive areas are touched.... BOOM!!!

The Wrong Road that Heroes take Before Triumph

There's often a false road that heroes take, and I wonder what my false roads are: The roads where we think "if only I were in this place I'd be happy and feel fulfilled." How do we discern our false roads? What is The true and proper path towards fulfillment? Does such a path even exist? Our stories suggest that we like to believe it does... Are there any roads that aren't dead ends?

Spiritual Friends

It's often said that those who help expose our raw spots aren't enemies, but rather they're our friends. So how do we see from this perspective? Rather than seeing from a perspective of self-protection and victimhood? How can we see that everyone we encounter is actually on our side? Whether they're helping us to uncover some of the raw spots, shining light on some of the dark, or helping us up and cheering us on when we're down...

The journey into ourselves is filled with many dragons. How do we gain the trust, fellowship, and wisdom of the dragons?

Rowing the Boat Towards the Light of the Sun

To row the boat towards the light of the sun
we require balance in order to stay on course.
And to move more quickly towards the light,
it's helpful to face our shadow.

The Dance of Trepidation

And they danced
Together hand-in-hand
Yet not completely together
Each with deep internal fears
Each hoping to be seen
Each hoping to be loved without boundaries
Yet the two continued to dance
Arms slightly stiff at one moment
Arms soft in another moment
Eyes closed in one moment
Eyes opened in another
Sometimes seeing the other
Sometimes seeing only themselves
A continual push and pull
Two steps forward
And two steps back
But always running the risk
Of one step forward
And two steps back
Each time giving into fear
Distance increased in increments
Until they can no longer feel
And finally until they can no longer see
Both alone
Both experiencing exactly what they feared
Fear itself the culprit
Destroying so much heavenly potential
The Dance of Trepidation claiming two more victims
Self victims
Self-sabotage
Self-created-prophecy
Death of Love

The Lonely Snowflake

Once upon a time in the coldest winter air, a snowflake was born. This snowflake looked unique and beautiful, like no other snowflake around. The snowflake blew across the sky, hoping to find other snowflakes like itself, yet also wishing to be a special snowflake, one like no other. There was a constant battle within, between wanting to be better than other snowflakes and wanting to find others like itself. The battle was born out of fear: A fear of not being enough, and a fear of not belonging to a group.

The snowflake kept floating and floating in the wind, many cold dark and lonely nights, searching and searching. The snowflake couldn't find anyone like itself, and as a result it felt lonelier and lonelier each coming day and night.

Then one day the Sun cast a light so bright and so intense that the snowflake began to experience what felt like tears rolling down its face. The wind began to finally die down, and the snowflake could finally stop drifting in the wind. The existence it sought, to live high up in heavens, high up in the sky, above everyone else, was coming to an end; Instead, a more earthly existence was nearing as the snowflake gently fell towards the Earth.

As the snowflake began to slowly melt, its unique edges and shapes were no more. It began to look more and more like other snowflakes who were also falling down towards the Earth. This made the snowflake happy: Finally seeing others like itself, it felt a sense of belonging. The snowflake now cried tears of joy, tears which would melt it even further, creating even softer edges. Then it happened: The snowflake settled onto the Earth's surface. It joined the others in a great pure white heap of snow. It finally felt connected and one with the others. Interconnected, a new journey awaited these freshly fallen snowflakes: In the presence of the bright light of the Sun, they would turn into water together, then fly up into the heavens, painting the sky above a brilliant blue for all to see. Some would stay up in the heavens, while others would be summoned to once again to repeat the cycle, once again gracing the Earth with their beautiful powdery presence. The lonely snowflake, along with other snowflakes who felt lonely, were lonely no more. By falling down to the Earth, they found their way up into the heavens.