A vehicle for feeling
Dear journal,
I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while. And now, here we are. I want to communicate clearly, so here’s some parameters I’m considering. To invite some ease, and some conditions for creativity. Each entry takes no more than 15 mins to write, ideally 10 min though. I actually can’t remember the other parameters. My head hurts, both because of this cold that grips mightily for 7 days now, and because I just finished sobbing. I want to write about grief, and gratitude. But writing as a vehicle for feeling, for deep somatic feeling, inviting, welcoming, honoring, healing. Maybe I will write some entries as reflections from Stephen Levine’s work, or CS Lewis’ work. My erstwhile boss T. mentioned about the lungs being related to grief in TCM, so let’s have some exploring. Going through chemotherapy is dreadfully difficult, it’s a regular crushing that I sign up for, a crushing that statistics suggests won’t work for long, but that hope suggests certainly could be salvation. And yet, I have an incredible life and wonderful conditions within which to manage this crushing. My wife, my cat family, beautiful friends, a river just a few steps away, some glorious spiritual practices. Okay, that’s about 10 minutes. This entry is a start, and a loving invitation to more feelings, as much tears as want shed, and more love than I thought possible. Bye for now.
I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while. And now, here we are. I want to communicate clearly, so here’s some parameters I’m considering. To invite some ease, and some conditions for creativity. Each entry takes no more than 15 mins to write, ideally 10 min though. I actually can’t remember the other parameters. My head hurts, both because of this cold that grips mightily for 7 days now, and because I just finished sobbing. I want to write about grief, and gratitude. But writing as a vehicle for feeling, for deep somatic feeling, inviting, welcoming, honoring, healing. Maybe I will write some entries as reflections from Stephen Levine’s work, or CS Lewis’ work. My erstwhile boss T. mentioned about the lungs being related to grief in TCM, so let’s have some exploring. Going through chemotherapy is dreadfully difficult, it’s a regular crushing that I sign up for, a crushing that statistics suggests won’t work for long, but that hope suggests certainly could be salvation. And yet, I have an incredible life and wonderful conditions within which to manage this crushing. My wife, my cat family, beautiful friends, a river just a few steps away, some glorious spiritual practices. Okay, that’s about 10 minutes. This entry is a start, and a loving invitation to more feelings, as much tears as want shed, and more love than I thought possible. Bye for now.
