I've just had the most nourishing and enlightening conversation with a very dear friend of mine. It was all to do with looking backwards, and looking forwards. Madreality has thus far been an exercise of looking backwards, and musing on my lived experience – that is, the experiences of depression and psychosis that form the contours of my youth and mid-adulthood. From whence did the madness spring, if not from traumas and woundings and relationships-gone-wrong? I've been drawing from a deep well of remembrance and reflection, of grief and remorse. And while looking back and drawing on past experience is valid and worthwhile and teaches perspective, it can pull one into a swamp of stuckness, which is where I have been dwelling recently.
on being a true hag
on being a true hag
on being a true hag
I've just had the most nourishing and enlightening conversation with a very dear friend of mine. It was all to do with looking backwards, and looking forwards. Madreality has thus far been an exercise of looking backwards, and musing on my lived experience – that is, the experiences of depression and psychosis that form the contours of my youth and mid-adulthood. From whence did the madness spring, if not from traumas and woundings and relationships-gone-wrong? I've been drawing from a deep well of remembrance and reflection, of grief and remorse. And while looking back and drawing on past experience is valid and worthwhile and teaches perspective, it can pull one into a swamp of stuckness, which is where I have been dwelling recently.