Anyone who has undergone a DBT skills class has no doubt heard of the dreaded DEAR MAN. (Oh, excuse me, the DEAR MAN GIVE FAST.) For those lucky suckers who have never sat through the countless worksheets that make up DBT, DEAR MAN is a mnemonic device meant to help you ask people for shit. Allow me to say that it is unnecessarily complicated and generally annoying as hell. Here’s why, in an example. Continue reading
Many different sorts of meditation retreats are available to the sadistic folks who want to spend several days alone with their own mind: vipassana, jhana, zen… the list goes on, and some are more specific than others.
For example, I attended a retreat this week focused especially on cultivating metta. Translation: Love Everything.
Well, it was 99.99% successful! Continue reading
I gave my first dharma talk today, the substance of which was:
“Hello, fear. I hear you. Thank you for your input. Now please eff off.”
The search is over, folks. J and I discovered the secret to mindfulness over chocolate ( = better than coffee) this morning:
It’s about kersplatting all over the place.
No, really. What good is the white crayon? Generally speaking, the sheet of drawing paper is white, so if the artist needs something to be white, they use the negative space. Actually drawing with it ends up pointless. You want someone to see your drawing? Pick up a bright crayon. Use the blue. Use the red. Use the purple. Hell, use the tan. Just don’t bother with the white one.
So, perhaps you can imagine my exasperation when presented with this prompt: “In an essay, discuss… Please include any experiences, challenges, or opportunities…; how you might contribute to social or cultural diversity…; and/or how you might serve educationally underrepresented segments of society with your degree.”
… I am a skinny white girl with blue eyes and multiple liberal arts degrees. COME ON NOW.