A voice deep inside of me has been screaming, she is DONE with what has been. Old dialogues about what and whom have wronged me, of how… Read more “RESET: Anxiety Attacks and an Intermittent Fast”
Category: Trauma
Suicidal Teen Grows Up and Watches TV
I didn’t kill myself, but I wanted to, and I tried to, many times. Maybe I didn’t research suicide enough to make it work, but maybe I… Read more “Suicidal Teen Grows Up and Watches TV”
What It Was Like
Originally posted on Ebben Wilde:
Ode to my lost child What was it like? It was like my soul cramping and ripping itself from my body. It…
Jerry Garcia
Originally posted on Yes, I'm Positive:
Jerry Garcia Inspirational Quote I listened and identified with a lot of punk music growing up, so when a friend…
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
by William Butler Yeats 1919
I’m curious, how does this poem make you feel?
Is this simply a response to the traumatic WWI, and if so, why is our response to trauma to end it all? To believe that it is all ending?
You are not a mess, you are vulnerable
“You are not a mess
You are brave for trying”
Vulnerability is noble, but it’s not easy. The war-torn path behind me indicates I have made many messes and many mistakes, but is that such a bad thing? Or do the courageous and brave get confused with the meek?
vehemence & emergence 