This interview is with Queenie Wong, a Canadian artist better known as Coco Bee. Her abstract watercolors combine her love for watercolor painting and her studies in psychology and evoke feelings of freedom and joy. […]
Archives for November 2016
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4 Things that Block INFP Writers
We know that INFP writers are spontaneous, imaginative and burst forth with creative ideas. But as an intuitive type, we have specific challenges when we start writing and try to fit our quirky process in a mold that might be “normal” but that doesn’t quite fit us. […]
Why you Might not Fit the INFP Stereotype: The Clash with the Inferior Function
When we talk about INFPs, the typical image that comes to mind is of Thoreau going out to live in the woods or Chris McCandles’ character in Jon Krakauer’s book Into the Wild. We think of seekers, those people who might have left the mainstream in different ways in order to find themselves. But even though you are an INFP and most definitely a seeker, you might not have followed this path of unfettered exploration. You might not have lived out of your car, taken to the woods or taken a year off to backpack.
If you have ever wondered why you didn’t take this uncharted path (although like me, it probably called to you at some point), the answer might lie in the interesting relationship between the INFP Dominant Function of Introverted Feeling and our Inferior Function, which is Extraverted Thinking.
The Difference Between Empathy and Compassion
As an empath, you might often find yourself running dry, feeling resentment pile up. You might feel unseen and unheard while you extend your own self to really hearing and seeing other people. In the past several months, I have been thinking more and more about why my empathy has become problematic instead of being a wonderful connector.
When I think about the past, I remember feeling extremely affected by the suffering in the world when I was a child. But I also remember a feeling of being connected to something bigger than myself, to an unending source of sustenance. I don’t know if it was God or Universal Energy or whether we can actually find a name for it, but there was something that I was very sure existed, something beyond me.