i’d really like your thoughts on something but first, a wee update. life got annoyingly life-like recently, hence lack of bloggy goodness…between the ongoing tension headache stuff and the coordinating transcontinental property transfers and the generally being insane, running my own business thing and my mother being in hospital this week it’s all a bit exciting around here. i am le tired.
thank you (!) to those who sent kind wishes re: my neurospastic brain. it seems to have stabilised, for the moment though tension headaches abound so very likely gonna need to see an actual doctor about that at some point. acupuncture maybe? hrm.
also, came to mind, funny how many of us over the rainbow types seem to get weird neuro events like migraines. not my point today…
But have been pondering Psych-flavoured things, never fear.
A Taoist story tells of an old man who accidentally fell into the river rapids leading to a high and dangerous waterfall. Onlookers feared for his life. Miraculously, he came out alive and unharmed downstream at the bottom of the falls. People asked him how he managed to survive. “I accommodated myself to the water, not the water to me. Without thinking, I allowed myself to be shaped by it. Plunging into the swirl, I came out with the swirl. This is how I survived.”
any thoughts?
because for me, the first thing that sprang to mind was PTSD. but of course.
somehow i couldn’t help feeling that this particular metaphor felt so right for us, for the survival instincts we use, somehow, some unfathomable distance from the selves we thought we knew so well…
not a cell untouched.
perhaps the before and after images we have around our identities because of the trauma aren’t quite as distinct as they might first appear to be?
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. it felt like the image reached that well beyond words. you know the one. that well that those of us who have gotten through it can only describe in halting steps and intense dilemmas, paused and paused again. but which we know so intimately as to travel with it, constant companions, beyond all present notion or past belief. it filters through us… like daylight through the curtains, even though they’re closed.
i’d really like your thoughts on something but first, a wee update. life got annoyingly life-like recently, hence lack of bloggy goodness…between the ongoing tension headache stuff and the coordinating transcontinental property transfers and the generally being insane, running my own business thing and my mother being in hospital this week it’s all a bit exciting around here. i am le tired.
thank you (!) to those who sent kind wishes re: my neurospastic brain. it seems to have stabilised, for the moment though tension headaches abound so very likely gonna need to see an actual doctor about that at some point. acupuncture maybe? hrm.
also, came to mind, funny how many of us over the rainbow types seem to get weird neuro events like migraines. not my point today…
But have been pondering Psych-flavoured things, never fear.
any thoughts?
because for me, the first thing that sprang to mind was PTSD. but of course.
somehow i couldn’t help feeling that this particular metaphor felt so right for us, for the survival instincts we use, somehow, some unfathomable distance from the selves we thought we knew so well…
not a cell untouched.
perhaps the before and after images we have around our identities because of the trauma aren’t quite as distinct as they might first appear to be?
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. it felt like the image reached that well beyond words. you know the one. that well that those of us who have gotten through it can only describe in halting steps and intense dilemmas, paused and paused again. but which we know so intimately as to travel with it, constant companions, beyond all present notion or past belief. it filters through us… like daylight through the curtains, even though they’re closed.