Sharing my journal inspirations after yesterday’s yoga class (my second so far after a long Sabbatical) and some poems

I am sitting on my yoga mat / Soft music transporting me to the centre of the Earth / An umbilical cord of particles of light / Me and Her. We are One / The chatter of people like butterflies touching our yoga mats, our clothes, our skin, our Souls / We are One, Connected / A circle of interwoven intersubjectivities / Someone calls out a name / Someone mentions a colour – neon red / A number, an animal, a food, a film, a car make / Someone’s been to a familiar far off land / Someone’s humming a tune / Disease is whispered / Terminal cancer, trachoma / Dis-ease is talked about / Muscle tension, joint pain, fatigue, flatfeet / Pilates is better than yoga someone says / Maybe cheaper adds another / Baggy pants or leggings / I remain present to all / Within my body, within the room, within the world / The heartbeats in my chest / The discontinued string of words like children’s play / The breeze blowing through the open window / And the Tabitha cat waiting patiently outside the glass door / Gratitude I remind myself / Gratitude for the breath / And for the flow of blood / For the pulsating and the ticking / Gratitude for the flow of life that courses through me right now / I am here, that’s all / I have made it thus far / I have been knocked down and raised / I know I am / I am both light and flesh / Energy and skin / Ego and Soul / Permeable and separate / Same and different / Weak and strong / Constrained and free / United and alone / Here on my yoga mat the Universe

By Cameron, Julia from The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity

I wish I could take language / And fold it like cool, moist rags / I would lay words on your forehead / I would wrap words on your wrists / There, there, my words would say / Or something better / I would ask them to murmur, Hush and Shh, shhh, its all right / I would ask them to hold you all night / I wish I could take language / And daub and soothe and cool / Where fever blisters and burns / Where fever turns yourself against you / I wish I could take language / And heal the words that were the wounds / You have no names for

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

“Your life is your life / Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission / Be on the watch.”

An Ocean, A Fish Bowl by Dave Ursillo, from his book ‘I am We’

The ocean would seem a burdensome place / to a fish whose only home was his bowl.

My bowl has shattered / I’m not sure who nudged it off the table.

But I do know that Two Strange Hands scooped me up
and saved me / They gave me freedom by tossing me into the waves
that nearly caused me to drown……….

Some fish just prefer the bowl.

 

Continued from previous post….

Plus, two resources related to journaling and writing

An article on the power of writing to heal by Linda Joy Myers PhD at https://memoriesandmemoirs.com/the-power-of-writing-to-heal-excerpt-from……

A video by Dr Kim D’ Eramo about a journaling process at: https://drkimderamo.com/release-grief/

This post today is in some way the continuation of one of the threads from the previous post. Privacy violations and other similar interferences have been part of my journey. I have made reference to this in many posts, journal pages and artwork that I have posted over the span of these last five years. These types of violations are often insidious and happen across time and contexts. The damage these practices do on people’s lives is what makes them a sort of power tool in others’ hands. My response has been varied depending on circumstances. Initially, I dealt with this from a place of emergency and sometimes the focus was on individuals in various contexts and sometimes on agencies and authorities. I often lost sight of the interconnectedness of individuals and settings. It was probably all I could do in order to decrease the business around me, which was my priority goal initially. My efforts also served the purpose of making it visible; however, gradually, one realizes that perhaps a more empowering way to view and go about surviving these practices is through a systems lens for often oppression and injustices and microaggressions are systemic, I do not mean to say that the individuals that participate in these power games are not accountable or responsible for causing harm, but they are embedded in a system that propagates and encourages the shoving and pushing, the bullying, the violation of freedoms, the interfering, the breach of confidentiality, the running over and so on. Additionally, a systems lens prevents losing sight of the bigger picture and allows for responding rather than reacting.

Privacy violations interfere with rights of freedom and expression and they destroy people’s credibility, reputation and health, and ultimately, they are an assault on the dignity of both the victim and the perpetrators. They create inhumane and unsafe societies that lack pro-life values and holding environments for those in need. Instead they foster a culture of separateness, cynicism, apathy, competition and a mechanistic view of life. Those in power have always used these practices to erode and encroach upon people’s lives and to fragment and divide. One extreme example that springs to my mind are the tactics used in Nazi Germany, to mention one historical context only, where even young family members were encouraged to spy on their families and friends, supposedly to exterminate the enemy, often sending them to their death. In George Orwell’s dystopia, 1984, which describes a totalitarian world where an all knowing figure, Big Brother, gazes into the lives of all the citizens of Oceania with the goal to crush all cognitive and emotional expression and freedom, also becomes salient as I write this.

Despite the damage that rights violations and these type of practices have caused me, the creation of this site and my slowly cracking the shell and finding my voice has also come about because of the suffering and all that has taken place. There comes a point where you finally react or respond and you wake up and you collect courage and act from the place and the resources available to you in that particular moment without any certainty. Posting journal pages and ‘shitty first drafts’ (borrowing the term from Anne Lamott) has not been easy, actually it has been scary and riddled with uncertainty, but I felt that my response had to make this particular aspect of my journey powerfully understood. When we victimize and hurt others we can never be certain of their response, no matter how long or how much they may have put up with. Sometimes the victim is silenced for good and sometimes something happens and he or she decides to become the canvas that contains and makes the pain and the shit visible. And sometimes I think that even if I were hit by a truck today, I feel that at least I have managed to use words and images to become visible and speak my truth and values.

Through discussing journaling in posts I think I have also created a small crack in the culture of ignorance around the value of journaling, doing art, creative expression and why people in power have always feared creativity, even though creativity in its many forms and shapes is a vital part of our life force. In her collection of poems, Blue Horses, Mary Oliver writes “Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us”. We are all born with creative capacities to some extent or other and with the potential to use speech and the written word to express our deeper truths and longings. Martha Graham wrote that ‘There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open’. Why would God or the Universe endow us with these capacities or qualities in the first place? Would the Source of life not have created homogenous robot like creatures with no capacity for agency instead? To pick up another thread from the previous post, in her book, Black Beauty, Anne Sewell writes that “There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.”

In relation to the value of journaling and writing, I have mentioned elsewhere about the benefits derived from engaging with these practices and the research findings that are suggesting that journaling can not only impact our psychological well being and bring clarity, but can also bring about positive changes in our physiology. Personally, I have engaged with a variety of journaling techniques over time. In my earlier diaries I used free-writing and writing with my less dominant hand more often as a way to allow unconscious material, which is often symbolic and also may represent the level of understanding or processing of younger aspects of the self, as well as, layered narratives to surface. It is very hurtful to come to realise that what has poured out of a place of vulnerability would become available to others without our consent. It feels a bit like trespassing on our psyche, mind and heart and if this is too difficult for some people to grasp they could simply consider what trespassing in their homes or properties would feel like.

More recently, however, I have journaled and meditated on intentions and questions and have used much more structured practices. For instance, to mention the ones that spring to my mind right now, I have been journaling on questions like:

What would my Soul like me to know today?  / What is not my life purpose and what has been culturally imposed on me? / What else do I need to face before I find my soul purpose? / What does it mean to live with an unruined heart? / Why am I on this earth? / What would it take me to live my purpose? /What’s my current duty? / What does love ask of me to do today? / What’s it all for? /Imagine you’re 90… what do you wish you had spent the last 20, 30, 40 years doing?

Horses (edited)

‘It is good people who make good places’ by Anna Sewell from Black Beauty

Animals often appear in our art and dreams and they can be naturalistic depictions or allegories and metaphors, symbols and containers of story and emotional reality. Our imagery and art products can become containers for our individual, as well as, collective, layered inner experiences. The animal imagery that arises and gets constructed may be pertinent to different contexts and ages, and also, the residue of stories we have read and heard, films we have watched, art we have been exposed to or symbols and metaphors related to our lived experience and products of our incredible imagination. We may identify with their traits and qualities. Additionally, the same image can represent multiple ideas often seemingly unrelated and even conflicting. So, horses could represent freedom, grace, power, intelligence, movement, but they have been associated with evil and goodness (black and white), our human potential for good and bad, our conscious and unconscious mind, the explicit and the implicit, our shadow, and so on. They also take me back to Black Beauty, The Horse Whisperer, The War Horse, westerns, Plato’s allegory and Greek mythology, a photo of my grandmother on horseback, childhood experiences and drawings and a lot more. Where I live there aren’t that many horses, but occasionally, I have encountered one of these majestic creatures galloping on the beach or wading in the sea. In those moments I can almost see the plump six year old in me clinging to her scruffy doll almost mesmerized by the spectacle…

This post has sort of come about through listening to Zanaib Salbi talk about her new book and her reference to Plato’s chariot allegory. So, Plato (through Socrates) uses the allegory of the chariot to explain the tripartite nature of the human psyche. The chariot, the charioteer, and the white immortal and black mortal horses symbolize the soul. Plato’s allegory could probably be interpreted in a number of ways, as symbolic of the path to spiritual transcendence, personal growth and psychological health, balance and resilience to name but a few. The rider could be said to represent our capacity for Reason and love for wisdom and knowledge, the dark horse our appetites, destructiveness, greed, envy and love for gain and control, and the white horse our spirit nature, goodness and honorable life (thumos). One could perhaps sum it up to wisdom and knowing, pleasure and honor and goodness. When each force is wisely used it can lead to eudaimonia. However, the rider must understand his / her horses if he / she wishes to properly harness their energies. As riders we can mess up either by failing to hitch one of the horses to the chariot or by failing to bridle a horse. So we are not meant to ignore certain aspects of our psyche or experience, but rather acknowledge and embrace it all, and find balance, since each horse has both strengths and weaknesses.

The metaphor is also powerful in describing the two forces in our human psyche – our drive for good, and also our potential for evil. The white horse may tell us that there is room for all living creatures and that everyone has been granted the right to live in peace and become on this planet,because we are all children of God or the Universe, but then the dark horse starts kicking and yelling  that there is scarcity and that it’s okay to push and shove and grab and rob and rape and blow out other people’s candles and rooftops. If these two drives are not integrated the black horse can totally derail us or dominate our choices and decisions. It also seems a good metaphor for our conscious and unconscious experience or mind. Similarly, too much unintegrated, and therefore, mostly unconscious material like wounds, insecurities and conditioning can result in the black horse setting us off course and undermining our life while we are blissfully under the impression that we are being drawn only by our good intentioned and honorable white horse. The black horse could be viewed as our Shadow, the parts of us that we are not fully aware of or that we have disowned, dissociated or rejected. The dark horse could be the container of transgenerational baggage that we often unconsciously pass on to the next generation at an individual and collective level, and so old ways not serving humanity anymore are maintained. If we have not seen the good, the bad and the ugly in us we are prone to unwillingly projecting it on others. If we have not seen, healed or made peace with our wounds, losses, fears and insecurities, our own failings and wrong doings, our regrets, underlying emotional reality and our conditioning than the black horse is bound to stand on its hind legs every so often. The white horse is bound to get derailed, jump off a bridge or maybe get hit by a truck if the black horse is unacknowledged and doing its own thing. In order for us to be drawn by the white horse we need to keep an eye on and hold the reigns of the darker one as well. Not acknowledging our fears or minimizing darkness and constructing a Barbie like world does not eradicate the badness or the feared. I can attest to that. It is wiser and safer to live from a place of knowing because it provides room for more informed and empowered choices.

Non integration of our shadow not only impacts our choices and the way we go about our life, but also allows others to control, manipulate and cause us harm. Others can push the buttons of our psyche because our fears and insecurities and blind spots are visible like shiny buttons on a shirt or girly blouse. It is as if others have a list of all our weak spots, yearnings, early mishaps and what can potentially trigger us. At this point, I think I might provide a personal example of how being relatively unconscious can allow others to not only hurt us, but discourage us from doing our thing. Journal writing among other things has been frowned upon and has been met with resistance to say the least in my environment across time. It was only in my forties that I overcame early injunctions and took up journaling again as part of processing trauma and also studying psychology. In any case, at some point people with whom I had never discussed my writing habits or diaries started making references to my writing and diaries and worst of all diary entries. Ignorant comments about the use of the less dominant hand or free writing and not necessarily always writing from the I perspective, and also, on content made me feel sort of bare and too permeable. It also invariably made me feel anxious and eventually less willing to engage with writing. It brought up fears to do with privacy and freedom; however, for a long time I never went beyond that. I certainly did not tap into my anger, and thus, I did not get to ask myself and others the right questions and do the necessary boundary setting and take measures to safeguard my privacy. I did not linger long enough on my emotional reality and the discomfort these comments were causing for a variety of reasons, ignorance of how to go about it being one, fear and denial another and so on. I stayed with the surface discomfort, but could not delve deeper. I have by now found that it is always worth meditating on uncomfortable experience and sitting with or tapping on our emotions even if we have to sweat or cry our way through them, even if we have to fall on our knees. Having said this I also know that timing and readiness and self care and support are  also very, very important. Therefore, owning our shadow not only allows us to align more to who we truly are, but also protects us because it is not as easy for others, whether they are people in power or simply our kin, colleagues and friends, to manipulate our fears and wounds if we have already seen and even made them visible for others to see. Owning our shadow means that we have seen ourselves and others and have felt emotions that we may not want to and we have shed light on some of our blind spots. Once this happens other people have less hold on us, which leaves room for more ethical and prolife choices and actions, but also capacity to protect ourselves and others. When we collect the courage to stay with our own stuff we also tap into our common humanity and the fact that we are all swimming in the same universal soup, connected in more ways than we probably know. We also then have more choice to set boundaries, sever what is not serving us anymore, let go of what needs to die or forgive.

The black and white horse could also be viewed as representing a split in the psyche. However, healing, humanity, love and peace are to be found in integration; otherwise, rigidity and chaos prevail. As Dan Siegel would say chaos and rigidity are the cause for all suffering, disease or dis-ease at all levels, whether that is to be found in our physical bodies, our minds and psyches or our families, neighborhoods, broader societal structures and natural environment. Integration, which is both linkage and differentiation (honoring both our common humanity and our differences). is relevant at a psychic, individual, familial, societal and planetary level. We are all very much in need of integrating diverse and even seemingly paradoxical aspects of our life and psyche, and ultimately, integration is a prerequisite for more coherent narratives and more humane societies.