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.
Dear one, lots of powerful feelings in this. Perhaps your fevers rise from this. Take care and be well, you and the boy on the sofa.
I suspect you might be on to something. Little boy on the sofa is much better today, thank you.