on the train
t h a t ‘ s h o w i t i s …
this phrase comes up several times in the carriage I’m in, have I entered a zone of depression?
every time we let these words slip out
upstream there’s a drift
we end up engulfed in the tumult of an ambient density, before being sucked into a vortex that pulls us
down
w
a
r
d
s
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as a result, we’ve given up!
obvious signs of a drop in frequency
in vocal or internal mode: comments, lamentations, self- depreciation about this or that
posture: head down, shoulders in, face closed, eyes fixed, haggard or raised, sighs, body slumped over
affect: helpless rage, discouragement, depression
whatever the cause or trigger, we’re under influence
then
a micro-adjustment :
come back our yourself. pull yourself together, breathe !
redefine your field, inhabit it
and assert your presence to yourself
I a m h e r e !
on arriving in the bar carriage, I overhear the end of a conversation between the barista and the train manager
barista: – I’m learning a lot from you, it feels good ! (smile)
train manager: – it’s a pleasure and it makes me happy ! (smile)
me : – hello, what beautiful smiles ! a green tea, please
train manager : – you have to pull people up, not down !
me : – how are things going for you today ?
train manager: – it’s very tense, we’re on our toes, but we’re here ! (big smile)
barista: – would you like some chocolates ? (wink)
it’s simple, isn’t it?
