Blaming Each Other

By Colm Burgoyne. A guilt and sorrow arose in me regarding my own, and our collective contributions towards each other’s pain. While inquiring into a dream I had, I saw memories of how my siblings and I unconsciously contributed to our parents’ pain and our parents unconsciously to ours. I could see an image…

Broken Hallelujah

By Colm Burgoyne. A tight, controlling anger, with a secretive, yet rapidly responsive mind in defence of its vulnerability, is the thread that my inner looking has been directing me towards much of the day. I take my time, as I know from experience that rushing inquiry leaves me open to bypassing the more…

Shame

By Colm Burgoyne. Shame is splitting me open – in a loving, beautiful, sometimes sad and painful way. It’s been here, hiding under my skin, most of my life. I say loving and beautiful because compassion and self care arises when it is met as it is. And sad because of the sadness that surfaces…