"our bodies do not resurrect after trauma, rather we are tasked with the labor of remaining in them, moving forward while carrying and bearing the marks of those experiences, all the days of our lives. "
This is key in processing life after (?) traumatic experiences, something I am doing right now.
How to cope with the realities of the emotional, intellectual, spiritual and in some cases physical effects these experiences have had on us.
I understand now why escapism, in it's many forms, work best when they create masking experiences. I can ignore/avoid the pain I am feeling if I am engaging in this activity which overwhelms me in a physical/sensorial manner...
Unfortunately unprocessed trauma doesn't go away; it continues to develop further complexity by creating a murky stew that we're too afraid to either taste or throw out so we keep it bubbling away on the back burner of our conscious mind
We occasionally stir the pot when we're piling on some guilt and shame. These emotions stem from both the original trauma and the escapist behaviors we've engaged with and they add another layer of flavour to the stew
Ending now with a quote from Cranes in the Sky, by Solange, which I believe is to be an apt ode to escapism
"I’ve fallen in love with apparitions more times than I can count and what I remember most about all of them is not the succulence of the fantasy—and there were definitely some juicy ones—but the very treacherous time I had making that rough trek back to the brute reality of what was actually there. And the reckoning required, to free my body from the sandbar where living in a dream had marooned me over time."
This has penetrated my entire being this morning. I have been thinking about the process of walking the bridge between the two, what is it like when you are still in the middle, looking forward toward reality but still feeling and remembering what it was like to be on the side of fantasy.
And if practicing intuition involves "attuning to each moment," then every step on that bridge requires presence, in both mind and body, and interconnectedness with what's happening on that bridge - what the air feels like, what the bridge is made of, what animals or people or objects you encounter.
Thank you endlessly for this meditation, so meaningful and beautiful as always Jessica!
"our bodies do not resurrect after trauma, rather we are tasked with the labor of remaining in them, moving forward while carrying and bearing the marks of those experiences, all the days of our lives. "
This is key in processing life after (?) traumatic experiences, something I am doing right now.
How to cope with the realities of the emotional, intellectual, spiritual and in some cases physical effects these experiences have had on us.
I understand now why escapism, in it's many forms, work best when they create masking experiences. I can ignore/avoid the pain I am feeling if I am engaging in this activity which overwhelms me in a physical/sensorial manner...
Unfortunately unprocessed trauma doesn't go away; it continues to develop further complexity by creating a murky stew that we're too afraid to either taste or throw out so we keep it bubbling away on the back burner of our conscious mind
We occasionally stir the pot when we're piling on some guilt and shame. These emotions stem from both the original trauma and the escapist behaviors we've engaged with and they add another layer of flavour to the stew
Ending now with a quote from Cranes in the Sky, by Solange, which I believe is to be an apt ode to escapism
"I tried to drink it away
I tried to put one in the air
I tried to dance it away
I tried to change it with my hair
I ran my credit card bill up
Thought a new dress make it better
I tried to work it away
But that just made me even sadder
I tried to keep myself busy
I ran around circles
Think I made myself dizzy
I slept it away, I sexed it away
I read it away"
"I’ve fallen in love with apparitions more times than I can count and what I remember most about all of them is not the succulence of the fantasy—and there were definitely some juicy ones—but the very treacherous time I had making that rough trek back to the brute reality of what was actually there. And the reckoning required, to free my body from the sandbar where living in a dream had marooned me over time."
This has penetrated my entire being this morning. I have been thinking about the process of walking the bridge between the two, what is it like when you are still in the middle, looking forward toward reality but still feeling and remembering what it was like to be on the side of fantasy.
And if practicing intuition involves "attuning to each moment," then every step on that bridge requires presence, in both mind and body, and interconnectedness with what's happening on that bridge - what the air feels like, what the bridge is made of, what animals or people or objects you encounter.
Thank you endlessly for this meditation, so meaningful and beautiful as always Jessica!