by Marcia Millman. The story of First Love revolves around two basic themes: separating from our parents and establishing our own identity. These challenges are never totally resolved, and they affect all our love choices, but our first experience of romantic love is especially tied to our need to separate from our parents.
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 by Ashok Bedi, M.D. & Boris Matthews, Ph.D. Of course, your ancestors can and do leave behavioral and attitudinal legacies that help you actualize your innate potentials. Mingled with ancestral legacies we discover blessings as well as curses. You can take a major step toward maturing when you can see and accept both the good and the bad in other important people in your life and lineage. |
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 by Marie T. Russell Living behind a glass wall can be lonely. You can see the others out there, yet you somehow remain separated from them. Your wall may be called ?I?m not good enough? or ?No one understands me or loves me?. These glass walls have a way of magnifying the negative. Yet whatever you see through the wall is only the reflection of what you have been projecting. |
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by Richard Mahler. A critical step in the embrace of silence and solitude is setting aside the notion that we have to be "doing something" throughout our waking hours. For most of us, this goes against what we have been taught since childhood: that being active and productive is the best way to proceed. |
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 by Wyatt Webb. Quite often, I spend time with people who are extremely critical of themselves for having multiple failed relationships. The truth is, they're missing the point: We can't fail, because there's no way to do these things wrong. A failed relationship, if you put it into its proper context, is a chance to either wake up or stay asleep |
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by Ashok Bedi, M.D. & Boris Matthews, Ph.D. Psychoanalyst Heinz Kohut identified three kinds of relationship experience. The first?in which another affirms the validity of our strivings, secures our soul. The second? in which somebody appears to be everything we would like to become, challenges our soul. The third, in which we experience another person as 'just like us,' befriends our soul.
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 by Will Johnson. Can a man who longs for a woman to complete him really believe that he needs to do nothing more than lose himself in television sports and drink imported beer while he's waiting for his beloved to appear? If he then walked into a room, his head filled with alcohol and his mind distracted by home run statistics, and Parvati herself were standing there, would she really be attracted to him? |
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 by Michael Sky.
We live in the age of connection. Through the wizardry of personal computers and the Internet we can come into instant, even intimate contact with others throughout the world, as well as with a huge and growing body of information. Everything connects. We live in a worldwide web, truly, as every living thing connects to every living thing. Yet when it comes to a typical relationship between two or more people, or two or more groups of people, disconnection seems the prevailing truth.
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 by Linda & Charlie Bloom. We were both only twenty-one when we began our relationship, and quite immature. Each of us was looking for someone to provide us with emotional security, since neither of us had developed any real sense of wholeness within ourselves. We had very distorted pictures of what love is. We weren't equipped to participate in a healthy relationship; neither of us had seen examples of them in our families |
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This is the moment of truth for humankind. Critical choices must now be made in order to protect the continued existence of human society and the earth itself. This letter is not a political appeal, although the message in it certainly extends to political leaders and the peoples they govern. |
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by Mary Bridget Furlan. I was sexually abused - for 8 years. By my brother. There it is, out in in the open for everyone to know. No lies, no stories, just the truth and me. I am tired of secrets and hush hushes behind the door. It happens, and no one wants to talk to about it. |
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by Mary Bridget Furlan. I was sexually abused - for 8 years. By my brother. There it is, out in in the open for everyone to know. No lies, no stories, just the truth and me. I am tired of secrets and hush hushes behind the door. It happens, and no one wants to talk to about it. |
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