Lift up anything heavy.
Find a way to make a stranger more comfortable.
Let’s build something better together.
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Mason:
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An IFS Attempt
Mason: Colin Reinagel
Find out more at: Weird Life Studios
The angry young man in my head shouted through my voice.
Profanity and insults flung from my mouth into the empty roomA pause.
A breath.
I remember “he is trying to protect you from what you know”
For what I know is more painful than I can bear.I take back my voice for myself, through stillness and calm.
“What are you protecting? May I see it?”“Obviously not thats why I’m here.”
“Alright. Please step aside then.”In my mind a moment I recognize immediately.
Static. White noise. A defined absence fills my head.Another pause.
Another breath.
“Your friend was a firefighter, he responds to emergencies.
You are a manager. Clever and subtle you also keep me from my own knowledge.”“That is correct, you are not ready.”
“You may return in a moment, I only wish to know what it is that you protect.”“Very well…”
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Again, my shout filled the vacant space.Again, I was no longer in my visions of the past.
I still had not found peace.My soul was shaken until a light came in the wee hours.
A friend: “The armchair therapist is a cruel temptress, but DEAR GOD, at least have a hug ready if you’re gonna try it.”
Suffered and distraught, I rested.
Days later new light, and new honesty shone through my mind.Healing myself,
Healing my soul…
Even if only a little.
Sideways Panoramic
Mason:
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Poem to accompany ’s photography
Mason:
Find more at: Published Writing
Everything is Reverberation
In the Beginning
There was
MeThe Word sung
Rippling spacetime
Harmonic on occasionDiscordant
At other Nows
WavelengthsCrissing and crossing
Aligning and amplifyingClashing
Waves of chords arise
And pass away
They toss the vesselContracting it with Fear
Exploding its Heart
With ebullient BelongingWhispering insight
Ululating their bright maniaScreaming
Urging doubt
Advising loathing
Holding space for recuperation“I” bob about
Buoyed and drowning
And alsoAlso the ocean
Also the moon that pulls it
Also the waves themselvesI am that, too
Bouquet
Mason:
Author of the wonderful Substack:
Sit with the now.
With the flowers before you.
They will only be this bright for a short while.
Already they have began to decay.
This moment itself like liquid slipping by.
Sit with this moment.
Be here in the now.
Here with these flowers and paints.
The suns rays hitting it all in the perfect light.
In the light of this moment.
Sit.
Be.
Find yourself.
In the flowers.
In the light.
In the paint.
Find yourself reflected within it all.
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