A painting and a book on narcissism, schemata, presence and mindful awareness

‘I think it’s very important to live in the present. One of the great things that improvising teaches you is the magic of the moment that you’re in … because when you improvise you’re in right now. You’re not in yesterday or tomorrow—you’re right in the moment. Being in that moment really gives you a perspective of life that you never get at any other time……………….’  Charlie Haden

I recently listened to a podcast, which then led to my looking up Wendy Behary’s book: Disarming the Narcissist: Surviving and Thriving with the Self Absorbed for various reasons. Firstly, people who carry early wounding and have injured instincts are prone to attracting people with more narcissism than is healthy and even safe. One could also say that we live in an era that fosters narcissism and predator mentality towards other people, animals and the planet itself.  I was also attracted to her book because it is informed by Dan Siegel’s work on interpersonal neurobiology and mindfulness and Jeffrey Young’s schema theory and therapeutic modality, which I had become quite interested in during a Master’s programme about nine years ago. I had not returned to Young’s material since; however, any work one undertakes that involves growth and self awareness presupposes some awareness of, release and repair of old, often unconscious, schemata.  So, it all sort of came together and I ended up reading the book even though I am in the middle of two other books.

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Maps and mourning sites…..

I have been meaning to write about maps… for some time, but never got around to it; however, currently reading Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ book brought it to the foreground again. So, in this brief post I will be making references to an intervention she has developed. She calls it Descansos. Descansos are to be found in various places like Mexico, on the edges of cliffs along scenic but dangerous roads in Italy, Greece and other Mediterranean countries and maybe other places, too. In Greece they are called Eικονοστάσια (icon + resting places). Some are elaborate and some are minimal, but they all mark a tragic loss. They are symbols that mark a death right on the spot where someone’s life journey was unexpectedly ended.

They may be simple crosses with people’s names inscribed on them by the roadway. She writes ‘in the rockiest passes, the cross is just painted onto a large rock at the roadside.’ In Greece they often resemble miniature churches made of various material on stilts. A religious icon, the person’s photograph and name, a message from loved ones, a plant or a vase with flowers are usually placed in these little containers. When loved ones live close by a small light is kept burning.

Dr Estes writes ‘women have died a thousand deaths before they are twenty years old. They’ve gone in this direction or that, and have been cut off. They have hopes and dreams that have been cut off also. Anyone who says otherwise is still asleep….. all that is grist for the mill of descansos.’ What has been lost, taken or abruptly ended needs to be acknowledged and mourned so that individuation and an awakening of sorts may take place. Making descansos as a healing practice involves taking a look at one’s life by making a time-line of a woman’s life on a big long sheet of white butcher paper, and marking with a cross where the small and big deaths have taken place and need to be articulated and mourned ….. ‘starting with her infancy all the way to the present where parts and pieces of herself and her life have died. We mark where there were roads not taken, paths that were cut off, ambushes, betrayals’ (C,P.Estes). I often think the crosses on these maps coincide with the instructions and road maps  handed to us on a certain developmental chair, a woman’s early wounding and conditioning to be a certain way, cultural, relational, educational and health related violations and experiences, all the way up to menopause, even later, depending on when the reckoning will finally take place.

The work involves discerning what has been mourned, what has not and what has been forgotten and not surfaced yet, as well as, what has been forgiven and released. As I understand, this work can become the basis for constructing a coherent life narrative within a larger and more dynamic background. According to Dr Estes, Descansos is a conscious practice that feels compassion for and honors the orphaned parts of our psyche, and the aspects of self that were on their way to somewhere, but never arrived. Descansos requires compassion and gentleness and fosters new meaning making. The process allows one to slowly put down the burdens and lay matters to rest. As with many interventions the presence of an informed and compassionate witness or guide facilitates the grieving process and the healing.

I have been meaning to write about maps… for some time, but never got around to it; however, currently reading Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ book brought it to the foreground again. So, in this brief post I will be making references to an intervention she has developed. She calls it Descansos. Descansos are to be found in various places like Mexico, on the edges of cliffs along scenic but dangerous roads in Italy, Greece and other Mediterranean countries and maybe other places, too. In Greece they are called Eικονοστάσια (icon + resting places). Some are elaborate and some are minimal, but they all mark a tragic loss. They are symbols that mark a death right on the spot where someone’s life journey was unexpectedly ended.

They may be simple crosses with people’s names inscribed on them by the roadway. She writes ‘in the rockiest passes, the cross is just painted onto a large rock at the roadside.’ In Greece they often resemble miniature churches made of various material on stilts. A religious icon, the person’s photograph and name, a message from loved ones, a plant or a vase with flowers are usually placed in these little containers. When loved ones live close by a small light is kept burning.

Dr Estes writes ‘women have died a thousand deaths before they are twenty years old. They’ve gone in this direction or that, and have been cut off. They have hopes and dreams that have been cut off also. Anyone who says otherwise is still asleep….. all that is grist for the mill of descansos.’ What has been lost, taken or abruptly ended needs to be acknowledged and mourned so that individuation and an awakening of sorts may take place. Making descansos as a healing practice involves taking a look at one’s life by making a time-line of a woman’s life on a big long sheet of white butcher paper, and marking with a cross where the small and big deaths have taken place and need to be articulated and mourned ….. ‘starting with her infancy all the way to the present where parts and pieces of herself and her life have died. We mark where there were roads not taken, paths that were cut off, ambushes, betrayals’ (C,P.Estes). I often think the crosses on these maps coincide with the instructions and  road  maps handed to us on a certain developmental chair, a woman’s early wounding and conditioning to be a certain way, cultural, relational, educational and health related violations and experiences, all the way up to menopause, even later, depending on when the reckoning will finally take place.

The work involves discerning what has been mourned, what has not and what has been forgotten and not surfaced yet, as well as, what has been forgiven and released. As I understand, this work can become the basis for constructing a coherent life narrative within a larger and more dynamic background. According to Dr Estes, Descansos is a conscious practice that feels compassion for and honors the orphaned parts of our psyche, and the aspects of self that were on their way to somewhere, but never arrived. Descansos requires compassion and gentleness and fosters new meaning making. The process allows one to slowly put down the burdens and lay matters to rest. As with many interventions the presence of an informed and compassionate witness or guide facilitates the grieving process and the healing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘ Clearly creativity emanates from something that rises, rolls, surges, and spills into us rather than from something that just stands there hoping that we might, however circuitously, find our way to it. In that sense we can never “lose” our creativity. It is always there, filling us or else colliding with whatever obstacles are placed in its path. If it finds no inlet to us, it backs up, gathers energy, and rams forward again till it breaks through. The only ways we can avoid its insistent energy are to continuously mount barriers against it, or to allow it to be poisoned by destructive negativity and negligence. If we are gasping for creative energy; if we have trouble pulling down the fertile, the imaginative, the ideational; if we have difficulty focusing on our personal vision, acting on it, or following through with it, then something has gone wrong at the water spill juncture between the headwaters and the tributary. Perhaps one’s creative waters are flowing through a polluting environment wherein the life forms of imagination are killed off before they can grow to maturity. More often than not, when a woman is bereft of her creative life, all these circumstances are at the root of the issue……………

….. Sometimes it is not only the woman who is drying out. Sometimes, essential aspects of one’s micro-environment— the family or the workplace, for instance— or one’s larger culture are caking and cracking to dust also, and these affect and afflict her. In order for her to contribute to helping aright these conditions, a return to her own skin, her own instinctual common sense, and her own return to home are necessary. As we have seen, it is hard to recognize our condition until we become like seal woman in her distress: peeling, limping, losing juice, going blind. So it is a gift from the immense vitality of the psyche, then, that there is deep in the unconscious a caller……….. who rises to the surface of our consciousness and begins to incessantly call us back to our true natures…..’  Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés