Years ago, before I woke up, I took up ceramics. So many times I would cry on the drive back home. It brought up these deep rooted feelings and reasons for sadness and existential dread I couldn't understand quite yet. I think the somatic process of working with the clay was moving some things inside my subconscious, but instead of exploring them further I stuffed them further down and eventually I ran away - basically ghosting the studio and never returning one day.
Thank you for sharing these profoundly emotional reflections, Ali. And wishing you healing, in body and spirit.
I completely understand. I still get the wanting to run away from things that unearth the deep subconscious. Seems to be something about clay! I am returning to the studio next week, really interesting in seeing where it leads.
Years ago, before I woke up, I took up ceramics. So many times I would cry on the drive back home. It brought up these deep rooted feelings and reasons for sadness and existential dread I couldn't understand quite yet. I think the somatic process of working with the clay was moving some things inside my subconscious, but instead of exploring them further I stuffed them further down and eventually I ran away - basically ghosting the studio and never returning one day.
Thank you for sharing these profoundly emotional reflections, Ali. And wishing you healing, in body and spirit.
I completely understand. I still get the wanting to run away from things that unearth the deep subconscious. Seems to be something about clay! I am returning to the studio next week, really interesting in seeing where it leads.
I suspect you might be on to something. Little boy on the sofa is much better today, thank you.