February 2012
187 posts
Peak Experiences
According to Abraham Maslow, peak experiences are moments in life that are characterized by intense feelings of wonder and awe. They usually come on suddenly and are often inspired by deep meditation, intense feelings of love, exposure to great art or music, or the overwhelming beauty of nature. Maslow describes how the peak experience tends to be uplifting and ego-transcending; it releases...
anthrodynia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for all things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
– Henry Ellis
“In a state of grace, one sometimes perceives the deep beauty, hitherto...”
– Clarice Lispector
“See the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing...”
– Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums
“Do you ever have those moments where suddenly you make a quantum jump in...”
– Derrick Jensen
“I was composed of a formal and a material substance; and of these neither will...”
– Marcus Aurelius
“Mystical states enter and depart with a spontaneous evanescence, generally...”
– Richard Tarnas, Cosmos and Psyche
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Meditations VI
This infinite space within which contains all, cradles the world. How every THING is a microcosm of the universe - within each form is the seed of creation. Everything is breathing.
The beauty of breath - which moves through us, sustains us, connects us. How pure and perfect.
To be ever moving deeper, seeing more - every instant an eternity, every experience magnifying. You know the truth, it is...
“Voice: the breath’s tooth.
Thought: the brain’s bone.
Birdsong: an extension...”
– Robert Bringhurst
“Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in...”
– Charles Bukowski
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– George Orwell
“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark,...”
– Jack Kerouac
