I would like to just say thank you for all you do, your podcast has brought me closer to my own truth in navigating the chaos, and I found you at just the right time.
The fact that I have gravitated to this article right now is uncanny. I'm currently going through, or am in the midst of, the 'processing' of a BIG chosen life experience that didn't end up as successfully as I'd hoped. Essentially the experience or event was a sort of competitive journey on a bicycle through the Alps that started in Menton on the South East coast of France and was supposed to end on the shore of Lac Leman in Thonon Les Bains twenty-odd km east of Geneva.
The metaphor of depression being a force upon one's psyche is easy to apply to the world of the cyclist which is governed by predominantly by gravity especially when travelling through a steeply undulating landscape. There is always the lurking knowledge that the exhilaration felt when finally reaching the top of a climb, or when feeling strong when propelling the machine, OR when speeding down-hill will soon be tempered by the effort of starting the challenge all over again when starting up.
I have a very specific story to tell on this matter when I was feeling utterly depleted and was panicking in the - not knowing - of how to get the engine started all over again at the bottom of a long steep climb...
Thanks for sharing your experience, Stuart. That is a very evocative image: "to get the engine started all over again at the bottom of a long steep climb." I can feel the heaviness of that! Take good care.
I would like to just say thank you for all you do, your podcast has brought me closer to my own truth in navigating the chaos, and I found you at just the right time.
As it should be.
When the student is ready.....
Blessings to you and yours,
Joshua Orr
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Thank you, Joshua. I’m so glad that the podcast speaks to you in your own experience. Take good care!
Thank you so much. This is timely guidance--beautiful, and heartening.
The fact that I have gravitated to this article right now is uncanny. I'm currently going through, or am in the midst of, the 'processing' of a BIG chosen life experience that didn't end up as successfully as I'd hoped. Essentially the experience or event was a sort of competitive journey on a bicycle through the Alps that started in Menton on the South East coast of France and was supposed to end on the shore of Lac Leman in Thonon Les Bains twenty-odd km east of Geneva.
The metaphor of depression being a force upon one's psyche is easy to apply to the world of the cyclist which is governed by predominantly by gravity especially when travelling through a steeply undulating landscape. There is always the lurking knowledge that the exhilaration felt when finally reaching the top of a climb, or when feeling strong when propelling the machine, OR when speeding down-hill will soon be tempered by the effort of starting the challenge all over again when starting up.
I have a very specific story to tell on this matter when I was feeling utterly depleted and was panicking in the - not knowing - of how to get the engine started all over again at the bottom of a long steep climb...
Thanks for sharing your experience, Stuart. That is a very evocative image: "to get the engine started all over again at the bottom of a long steep climb." I can feel the heaviness of that! Take good care.