the little people


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Images used courtesy of Slinkachu, the wonderful artist

I noticed a man this morning. I saw him twice, first near the tube station on my way in to work and then just a while ago as I was heading out to lunch. He was dressed in black carrying his belongings (perhaps his home) in two black sport bags, one in either hand. His face, though worn and tired, was held high. He walked with purpose yet I wondered if he had a destination in mind. The second time I saw him he was walking pass the BBC building, the new shiny one on Portland Place, where other well-meaning humans were gathered in their immaculate suits, having lunch, talking red noses and how to raise funds for those in need. They probably had their bags and stuff stored safely on the premises’ cloakroom. Look out your window folks — those in need are a lot closer than you think. Do you see them?

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power of meaning (book review)


meaning

I have always believed that meaning is the route to the happiness we all seek. In my own life I continue to try and find this in the simple day-to-day but also in my work as a therapist. I loved Frankl and it was nice to be reminded of him again. It also reminded me of Sisyphus, Camus and the search for meaning amidst the meaninglessness of existence. We have all our rocks but what I found most helpful was the way in which the author talked about Belonging, Purpose, Storytelling, Transcendence, Growth and Cultures of Meaning; breaking it down to digestible and accessible categories and explaining what she meant in each of them. As I started, I’ll end by saying that this book served as a reminder of all the things I already know but occasionally forget and if you need a gentle nudge in the direction of what really matters, I suggest you get yourself a copy of this fine book.

Thanks Net Galley for the opportunity to review before the published date.