March 30, 2006
The bowl

March 29, 2006
Disparate subjects

March 27, 2006
A needy, ragged woman

March 22, 2006
God, body, Tony Hoagland, carnival, dissociation and postmodern poetry

March 20, 2006
Emailing Ellie

March 13, 2006
Body Worlds

March 12, 2006
Anna, and Marty's ball

March 11, 2006
the lost innocence of my youth and the beautiful life I've created

March 10, 2006
Another scary bout of journaling to find the truth

March 9, 2006
Excerpts from an email correspondence with Ellie Epp

March 7, 2006
iron and wine

March 5, 2006
finding chakras

March 3, 2006
Muses

March 1, 2006
Mansfield, PA - Nurturing and feeling

 

 

 

March 20, 2006
Emailing Ellie

Hi Ellie,
I recently read this...

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
You don't grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house;
and so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!
Kabir will tell you the truth: go wherever you like, to Calcutta or Tibet;
if you can't find where your soul is hidden,
for you the world will never be real!

       Kabir (trans. Bly 1971, p.9)

The translation seems awkward and horrid and I don't know much about it, but I responded strongly to the idea of the body as a home. I want to explore how important the concept of body as home (taproot, well, temple) has become to me since starting embodiment studies, how often I had to change houses as a child and how many times home has cropped up in my life. I married my husband because he offered me a home. While I was standing in the little garden I started in our backyard, I thought, "...well no, I'm not in love with him, but he's a good man who never lies, and at least I'd never have to move again"). And after that, my body felt like it was setting roots into the soil, because you know how the cool, soft earth feels when it presses up against the soles of your feet. 

I've been fascinated by Christopher Alexander's concept of home for 20 years, and I have all these weird ties to him. And recently I asked my mother to send me old photos, and they include lots of images of the homes I've lived in. Plus, when I'm trying to remember my past, I jog my memory by concentrating on physical features of the houses we lived in.

I'm fascinated by dissociation and I'm starting to read some neuro stuff, but after having such a strong reaction to the quote, I'd like to explore this concept of home/body in my critical essay. What do you think? Maybe I can combine it with dissociation. About feeling shut out... I need to think about that.

Ellie: (Do you know Gaston Bachelard on home spaces? The poetics of space . He looks at how poets evoke space - very thrilling.)

I found the Kabir quote in a book called The Expressive Body In Life, Art, And Therapy, by Daria Halprin , about using movement, dance, drawing, writing to reconnect with the body. I think it'll be pivotal.

I'm also trying to decide how to get my mother to talk about my birth story. What I'm learning about dissociation takes her off the hook in a lot of ways for actual abuse, and I'm starting to see how losing her husband two weeks before my birth might dovetail with my dissociation. I want to ask her to write the story for me. I don't want to interview her face to face. She's a good writer, and she enjoys writing. On the other hand, she embroiders the truth, and censors history she doesn't like. So maybe I should get her to talk about it, and then ask her to write about specific details she might leave out. She threw herself into looking for pictures for me. She had to drive an hour and a half to her house in Baltimore, but then I think she left some pictures out. So I need to hear the story from her, without making her the leat bit defensive.

Ellie: It's mature and good to be able to see the weakness of those who failed us, but don't forget to balance it with being fiercely loyal to your young self. Fiercely. I don't mean you need to act that out with your mom but do something so the young one in you can hear you turn into a bear in HER protection. Guided fantasy maybe, or write a story, or role-play with a friend, something.


You were exactly right that learning about the fundamentals of psychology and now the neuro stuff makes the psych stuff easier to disengage from - easier to maintain objectivity and compassion. Because I want to understand and empathize with my mother more than I want to dig up any dirt. Amazingly, I discovered that mothers who are as traumatized as she was sometimes create a need in their children to protect the caretaker. Bowlby. God, I have so much cool stuff swirling in my head...