The wellspring of consciousness has long been located in word. Once words were etched on clay or inked on papyrus, a new way of knowing was born. Writing ordered and expanded language, captured ideas, bloomed imagination, and preserved human experience. Writing is an encounter like no other with oneself and inner others, light and dark. Whether we meet the page in a personal journal or as professional necessity, we discover that ego alone does not do this job. Some days words leap like dolphins; other days find...
The wellspring of consciousness has long been located in word. Once words were etched on clay or inked on papyrus, a new way of knowing was born. Writing ordered and expanded language, captured ideas, bloomed imagination, and preserved human experience.
Writing is an encounter like no other with oneself and inner others, light and dark. Whether we meet the page in a personal journal or as professional necessity, we discover that ego alone does not do this job. Some days words leap like dolphins; other days find us becalmed on a flat sea. To create through writing is to encounter self and depths, and Lisa shares experiences of writing her forthcoming book, Motherhood: Facing and Finding Yourself. Her words for the creative and challenging process of mothering map a path to soul and greater wholeness.
Dream
I was attending a house party, and I was in the kitchen. I was wearing a skirt and all of a sudden I realized I had pooped without realizing it and the poop was on the floor of the kitchen. It was like a long light beige dinner roll in size and shape, and there were large batteries in the poop. I quickly picked it up, hoping no one saw me and turned to put it in the toilet, but there was someone in the bathroom, so I wrapped the poop in a yellow garbage bag and dropped it in the garbage can.
At some other point in the dream, I had to collect many things I had strewn about in the home because I had to leave to make a train journey. I often have elements of my dream where I'm hustling to get somewhere to be on time for a leaving train or bus, but I can't find my belongings. At another point I was in a van with many people driving along a bumpy dirt road. For the majority of the dream, I was surrounded by people but feeling alone.
References
Lisa Marchiano. https://www.amazon.com/Motherhood-Finding-Yourself-Lisa-Marchiano/dp/1683646665/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Lisa+Marchiano&qid=1617802506&s=books&sr=1-1
Barbara Hannah. Encounters with Soul. https://www.amazon.com/Encounters-Soul-Active-Imagination-Developed/dp/1630513504/ref=sr_1_3?dchild=1&keywords=Barbara+Hannah&qid=1617641735&s=books&sr=1-3
Rollo May. The Courage to Create. https://www.amazon.com/Courage-Create-Rollo-Market-Paperback/dp/B011MEFW4Q/ref=sr_1_2?crid=3AJL6UOTYR5O5&dchild=1&keywords=rollo+may+the+courage+to+create&qid=1617641816&sprefix=Rollo+May+The+Courage+to+%2Cstripbooks%2C168&sr=8-2
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