The Paradox of Being A Sensitive Man
I really dislike the term “sensitive male.” Use it with me and I’ll more than likely tell you to go pound salt. Why? Because I’ve always felt the term “sensitive male” does not take into account that every person’s energy…
An HSP on Shining Our Spirit
I had been standing outside checking a load on one of the flatbed trucks when I first heard the young boys laughter in the distance. It came from the direction of the lone house at the end of the residential…
Resilience and The Art of Getting it Right
My impatience had tripped me up again. Running a bit late for the optometrist, I knew I was going to get a speeding ticket the minute I laid eyes on the police car parked by the hardware store. I hadn’t…
Seeing Beneath the Surface
HSP’s are quirky people. We color outside of the lines when it comes to meeting stereotypes and expectations. The difference is because we look beneath the surface and react accordingly. For the Highly Sensitive, awareness is a whole different ball…
The Power of Our Memories
They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel. – Carl W. Buehner If I were to ask you to name a key ingredient that all Highly Sensitive people share, how would you answer…
The Ingredients of Our Relationships
When I ask my wife if there is any sugar in a store brand of peanut butter she had recently bought, she replies, “What do the ingredients say?” As an HSP, by nature I’m inclined to watch the ingredients in…
Dealing With the Energy of Our Regrets
Dealing with the energy of our regrets is similar to trying to swim through a riptide. Approached head on they can exhaust us, however if we move ourselves parallel to them and then swim alongside them, their energy dissipates over…
The Dance Between Our Vocation and Our Art
Regardless of the endeavor, as Highly Sensitive people it isn’t what we do but how we do it which leaves our Art on the world around us. We are about two miles into an early morning long run when Maddie…
Projection and the Voice of Our Beliefs
“You are such a drama queen,” my wife comments with a laugh as I hobble across the kitchen with a pained look on my face, my gait being the stiff legged aftermath of a particularly tough 7 mile hill run…
A Question of Who We Are
It’s not about what we are but instead, who we are. “Who are you?” our meditation teacher asks us at the start of class. His question takes me by surprise and I remain silent. Taking note of the silence in the room, he taps…