Inspired by almost a year of working through Karla McLaren's Dynamic Emotional Integration model, and more recently specifically by Jessica Moore's articulate video on situational depression (the one that comes closest to my felt truth on the matter so far), I have recently on a long train ride taken up the resolution to try out … Continue reading The new strategy with grief, sadness and depression
I lost you with me. Perhaps. I apologise earnestly and full of attrition. I beg your pardon for inviting you into my soulspace, then taking you for a ride. You should have held on to the handles. It was irresponsible that you closed your eyes. You cannot give me the responsibility to watch out for … Continue reading Apologies
It's time to harvest the fruit that grew on the dung In fact, thats largely still buried beneath and within it. 33 years of dung that i could classify as fakeness an hell As stepping away from the soul and self-obliterating That i could throw away But then i would have no foundation. So the … Continue reading Dung
sometimes when I feel happiness, there is a deep, bitter sting of pain in the flesh of that fruit the contrast is a painful reminder that i've forgotten this soil exists. over many years. .
I can't stand "reading" music, I can't stand sheet music, I can't stand music lessons. You too? I can't play by ear too well either, can't sing on pitch and sometimes find it hard to tune a guitar (I can hear two tones are different, which the heck is higher?). But I still love producing … Continue reading How to learn the piano by feel: grey day meditation. (Improvisation.)
Your soul has left this house. I see this. I felt it a few days or weeks ago. It just suddenly became obvious, like a blatant and self-understood fact. * I don't know where it went. But the plaster has started falling off the walls in a few secret spots; the paint has started peeling … Continue reading Your soul has left this house. (Loss poetry.)