I do love the theraputic art of reframing.

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I do love the theraputic art of " reframing " .

....and preframing, and contectual framing, and...

 

Nice, guys!

 

 

healingenergies-

essentialskills , " phillipmattingly " <phil@p...>

wrote:

> , " James R.

> Knippenberg " <erommel@e...> wrote:

> >

> [ snip ]

> >

> > What the hell is the REASON for seeing other people's suffering

if I

> > can't do anything about it? Is it because I was a shithead at

some

> > prior time in the past and now I get to pay for it by watching

and

> > can't do a damn thing to help? Or is it just because of " Law of

> > Allowing " ? Or what?

>

> Once upon a time, an old man lived with his son in the foothills of

> the mountains. They owned a farm and kept goats, sheep, chickens

and a

> horse. One day the horse broke out of it's corral and fled into the

> wildnerness.

>

> All the old man's neighbours came to see him from the nearby

village.

> 'Oh dear old man,' they said, 'we heard your horse broke free and

ran

> away, what a terrible thing.' The old man just smiled at them and

said

> 'maybe'.

>

> A little while later the horse came back and it was leading three

> other wild horses behind it. The old man and his son rounded up the

> horses, repaired the corral and put them inside. All the villagers

> came by. 'Old man,' they said, 'what good luck and good fortune,

now

> you have four horses where before you had none. What a great

blessing

> you have been given.' The old man smiled and said 'maybe'.

>

> And the old man's son started to break in the horses but one of

them

> threw him and he broke his leg. He writhed on the ground in

terrible

> pain and suffering. The villagers came to help. 'Oh no old man,'

they

> said, 'what misfortunte it is that your poor son suffers so.' The

old

> man just shrugged and said 'maybe'.

>

> Then at that time, the emperor passed through the countryside

> recruiting all the young men into his army to fight in the war.

Many

> would never come home again, but they left the old man's son behind

> because his leg was still broken. The villagers came to visit. 'Old

> man,' they said, 'how lucky you are, how fortunate that your son

has

> been spared enlisting in the army.' And the old man smiled and

said,

> 'maybe'...

>

>

> Phil