What’s insight?
I find it’s often wordless, and then reflected in images and sometimes thoughts and words.
It’s seeing and recognizing something that’s more true for me than what I initially thought.
It’s an invitation to reorient, to allow the insight to sink in an reorient view, feelings and how I am in the world.
It’s a guest. After the reorientation, it may serve as a question and invitation to look at what’s here, and what I find is fresh and different.
The value of the memory or idea of an insight is as a question and invitation for inquiry. What do I find when I explore this here now in immediacy?
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Insight. It’s easy to think it’s valuable in itself, but is it really?
For me, I find that insight is an invitation for a shift.
It’s an invitation to reorient, to allow the insight to sink in an reorient view, feelings and how I am in the world.
It’s also a visitor. I may forget it. It may go stale, especially when I pay more attention to the story than the immediate recognition. And the immediate recognition itself changes – unfolds, opens up. It’s not the same as it used to be, partly because what used to be is a memory and image, and partly because what’s here is fresh and immediate and tends to reveal itself in its own unique way.
It’s endless. There is no end to insight.
And insight is not what it’s about. Insights may, at most, help shift in the direction of what it is about.
What is it about? Nothing really. Or what is just as it is. Or the unfolding mystery.
And yet, it’s also what we are recognizing itself. Who we are healing, maturing and aligning with what we are aware of itself. And what we are living through and as who we are in the world, always exploring how to live this in and as the world.
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- insight = shift
- shift, reorientation – see, feel, appreciate – reorient in view, feeling, appreciation
- that’s all
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Insight. It’s easy to think it’s valuable in itself, but is it really?
For me, I find that insight is an invitation for a shift.
It’s an invitation to reorient, to allow the insight to sink in an reorient view, feelings and how I am in the world.
It’s also a visitor. I may forget it. It may go stale, especially when I pay more attention to the story than the immediate recognition. And the immediate recognition itself changes – unfolds, opens up. It’s not the same as it used to be, partly because what used to be is a memory and image, and partly because what’s here is fresh and immediate and tends to reveal itself in its own unique way.
It’s endless. There is no end to insight.
And insight is not what it’s about. Insights may, at most, help shift in the direction of what it is about.
What is it about? Nothing really. Or what is just as it is. Or the unfolding mystery.
And yet, it’s also what we are recognizing itself. Who we are healing, maturing and aligning with what we are aware of itself. And what we are living through and as who we are in the world, always exploring how to live this in and as the world.
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An insight is a shift.
It’s a reorientation in view, feeling and appreciation.
After that, it may at most be a reminder to bring attention somewhere. But what’s here now may be different. There is a different impulse here. What I am drawn to may be something different. What’s true for me here and now may be different. What’s alive here now is fresh and immediate and may be quite different from any previous insight.
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An insight is a shift. It’s a reorientation in view, feeling and appreciation. And that’s all. It has served it’s function. After that, it belongs to the past. It’s a memory. At most, it can be a reminder to bring attention somewhere, but what’s here now may be different. There is a different impulse here. What I am drawn to may be something different. What’s true for me here and now may be different. What’s alive here now is fresh and immediate and may be expressed in quite different ways than any earlier insight.
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Insight is an expression of life.
It helps me reorient, especially when it is allowed to sink in and reorient view, feelings and how I am in the world.
It’s endless.
It’s wordless and happens here now.
It can be reflected in words and images.
And as words and images, it’s a memory and an invitation to look again, here and now.