G'day G'day Folks,
After a disaster it is common for people to experience a time where they believe things will never be the same again and when they also consider this important. When things are going well who even notices that things are not the same as they were. That change is continuous. If its noticed at all, its a passing glance, a casual comment, a brief sigh.
I think it fair to say, that no two days on a.p.nlp are the same. (Thank goodness, you might say on some occasions.) The illusion is that there can be some sameness, that there is some way for us to hold onto the past and perpetuate it. In reality, people come and people go. My email directories are filled with folders with email from those who have come and gone along with the old faithfuls. I guess they came because they felt some need and left when it passed.
IMHO a.p.nlp doesn't exist except as possibility space, wide open opportunity to make it whatever each of us chooses and acts on.
In the gym this morning, I reread one of my favourite Russian proverbs, "The horses of hope run swiftly while the asses of experience amble thoughtfully."
Well, here's hoping or should I ...
Quentin Grady ^ ^ / New Zealand, >#,#< [ / \ /\ "... and the blind dog was leading."