Imaginal Journal
Imagination is Medicine
Body-Unconscious
“My belief is in the blood and flesh as being wiser than the intellect. The body-unconscious is where life bubbles up in us. It is how we know that we are alive, alive to the depths of our soul and in touch somewhere with the vivid reaches of the cosmos.”
Naming Love to Early by David Whyte
NAMING LOVE TOO EARLY
Most of our heartbreak comes from attempting to name who or what we love and the way we love, too early in the vulnerable journey of discovery. We can never know in the beginning, in giving ourselves to a person, to a work, to a marriage or to a cause, exactly what kind of love we are involved with. When we demand a certain specific kind of reciprocation before the revelation has flowered completely we find our selves disappointed and bereaved and in that grief may miss the particular form of love that is actually possible but that did not meet our initial and too specific expectations. Feeling bereft we take our identity as one who is disappointed in love, our almost proud disappointment preventing us from seeing the lack of reciprocation from the person or the situation as simply a difficult invitation into a deeper and as yet unrecognizable form of affection. The act of loving itself, always becomes a path of humble apprenticeship, not only in following its difficult way and discovering its different forms of humility and beautiful abasement but strangely, through its fierce introduction to its many astonishing and different forms, where we are asked continually and against our will, to give in so many different ways, without knowing exactly, or in what way, when or how, the mysterious gift will be returned.
January Thoughts
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
Melusine, the Alchemical Siren
Contemplating the myths and gifts of this archetypal mermaid
Talk Me Down by Willy Mason
When you talk me down,
I go down, I go down, I go down
When you talk me down, I go down
When you lift me up,
I jump, I jump, I jump
When you lift me up, I jump
When the road goes on,
You sail, you sail, you sail
When the road goes on, you sail
When it cracks and burns
You bail, you bail, you bail
When it cracks and burns, you bail
But it's just a passing phase
Oh my days, oh my days
My foundation's started to shake
Scared that it might break
How did I come this way
Come this way, come this way
But it's just another page
My book will have it's day
Why can't I see when you're talking to me?
Why can't I see when you're talking to me?
Why can't I see when you're talking to me?
Why can't I see when you, see when you
Talk me down
I go down, I go down, I go down
When you talk me down, I go down
When you lift me up
I jump, I jump, I jump
When you lift me up, I jump
When the road goes on
You sail, you sail, you sail
When the road goes on, you sail
When it cracks and burns
You bail, you bail, you bail
When it cracks and burns, you bail
Trauma to Dharma
Berkeley bound training with the Hakomi folks. Ready to befriend the mysteries of soma and psyche.
