Saturday, September 29, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Lessons In Life
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in
the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest, and don't judge life by one difficult season.........
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
شعر:خوش به حالِ غنچه های نیمه باز(فریدون مشیری)
خوش به حالِ غنچه های نیمه باز
بوی باران، بوی سبزه، بوی خاک،
شاخه های شسته، باران خورده، پاک
آسمان آبی و ابر سپید ،
برگ های سبز بید،
عطر نرگس، رقص باد،
نغمه ی شوق پرستو های شاد،
خلوت گرم کبوترهای مست...
نرم نرمک می رسد اینک بهار،
خوش به حال روزگار !
خوش به حال چشمه ها و دشت ها،
خوش به حال دانه ها و سبزه ها،
خوش به حال غنچه های نیمه باز،
خوش به حال دختر میخک - که می خندد به ناز-
خوش به حال جام لبریز از شراب،
خوش به حال آفتاب.
اي دل من ، گرچه - در اين روزگار -
جامه ی رنگین نمی پوشی به کام،
باده ی رنگین نمی نوشی ز جام ،
نُقل و سبزه در میان سفره نیست،
جامت - از آن می که می باید – تهی است؛
ای دریغ از تو اگر چون گل نرقصی با نسیم !
ای دریغ از من اگر مستم نسازد آفتاب !
ای دریغ از ما اگر کامی نگیریم از بهار.
گر نکوبی شیشه ی غم را به سنگ؛
هفت رنگش می شود هفتاد رنگ!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Abusive families and character formation:
Family research studies confirm that abusive parents tend to be
undifferentiated partners who competewith each other and with their children
for attention and nurturance. More or less healthy parents make demands on
children to counteract their own injured narcissism, but they do so largely
without devaluation and the sadistic use of projective identification. Under
sufficient stress abusive parents attack the child who fails to gratify their
needs, thereby giving vent to longstanding frustrations and feelings of being
threatened by the child's individuation and competency. The emotional
atmosphere in such families facilitates ego deficits like those of the borderline
personality as it molds the child's efforts to avoid anxiety. Devaluation, loss,
and defenses against mourning partially account for depression and paranoid
traits in abused youngsters. Early neglect and abuse exposes them to
influential models who act out rage and primitive defenses. Some abused
individuals project their rage and later become paranoid or antisocial, whereas
others fragment or retain infantile defenses. The destructiveness of severe
psychological abuse lies in the constriction of the experiencing self and
healthy character development, together with the conditioning to repeat
abusive relationships and to avoid intimacy. Achieving individuation under
these circumstances entails overcoming the internalized abusive relationships
and relinquishing the unconscious wish to be transformed from the abused
into the abuser.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
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