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My Mother Is Insane

This is a heartbreaking admission. One she would die-a-thousand-deaths to learn I have broadcast across the internet... But how to heal what is kept hidden?

My mother is beautiful. Fragile, elegant, fine. She is also delusional, paranoid and impossibly irrational.

I have tried, my entire life, to please and protect her. She has tormented me endlessly with her endless (yes, I know, twice in one sentence) grief, accusation, guilt and blame. I have…


Posted on August 3, 2011 at 5:30am — 17 Comments

The Lemonade Letters

Since I no longer ascribe to the fake-it-til-you-make-it philosophy, I keep waiting to feel fully "healed" and "functional" before polluting the morphogenetic field with any more neurotic vomit.


Alas, after 20+ years of "self-improvement" and creative implosion, it occurs that perhaps there is some value after all in sharing my challenges and processes with "the world"... Thus, I bring you "The Lemonade Letters"... a blog of introspective musings that will seek to transform my…


Posted on July 29, 2011 at 11:07am

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At 11:56pm on November 4, 2011, giovanna marino said…


Thank you very much, Tes.

The link you gave me brought me to the only certified person in Italy and her website,

but maybe there are more - the last website update has been in 2007 - so if there are more references it will be beautiful.

A friend of mine sells courses (itc, languages, etc.) and she'll be happy to propose new and interesting classes. She doesn't speak a word in English, though!

Ciao ciao!

At 1:41pm on November 4, 2011, giovanna marino said…

Wow! Could you ask them if they know some Italians who do the same thing?

I want to translate the videos because I want to learn how to, as well.

I've become a member of Zeitgeist Movement (I guess you know it) and reached the awareness that I need to learn how to speak even in Italian! :o)





At 2:48am on November 4, 2011, giovanna marino said…

Ciao Tes,

I hope you are fine.

I have found this very very very interisting video  that I would like to share with you.

Keep good.



At 10:57am on December 8, 2010, Patrick Seely said…
Happy Holidays!

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At 1:39pm on March 16, 2010, Jesus said…
just stopping by to say hi and share a friend I found in the VI.

At 6:22pm on March 15, 2010, The Dreaming People said…
At 4:15am on March 14, 2010, The Ancient One said…
Please Call Me By My True Names
By Thich Nhat Hanh

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow--even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive.

I am a mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hinds. And I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heart could be left open, the door of compassion.

This poem is from "Call Me By My True Names" The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh.
At 4:08pm on February 16, 2010, Tes. said…
Dramatic life changes have me travelling, ungrounded, disconnected and mostly, unplugged (off email and phone). Seeking a truly peaceful inner reality. Intending to get more involved with you all when I arrive at a stable location. For now, sending, and appreciating, mutual prayers.
At 1:04am on February 11, 2010, Ron Tocknell said…
Welcome to the Architects, Tess. What can we Co-Create together? I guess that's what we're hoping to discover, isn't it? I wonder if it's possible for everyone on the planet to know each other personally?
At 3:45pm on January 25, 2010, Tes. said…
Gracious Love in All Forms... What Can We Co-Create Together?!!!!!!!!!!


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