Really lovely read. Life is indeed so messy. I have a dear friend who does healing work, inner bonding type of thing, where you come back, drop down from the mind, into your own heart and perceive what's emerging from there, what wants seen. One thing she shared with me I have been recalling when most needed: the inner colonizer tries to control by explaining everything. You can tell when this is the voice in charge, because everything feels tight, constricted, hard, self judging.
When I was in Thailand I got sick with Dengue. It was during Covid, but instead I had another house guest. There was a strong feeling of some one else being in me. And apparently, dengue still lives in me. This has been an interesting teacher.
thank you for sharing your journey. Hugs to you all.
i love this ! it’s nice to be reminded of bayo akomolafe’s work … i think he is excellent at dismantling meta structures. and leaning into / dancing with disability … sickness … the whole lot.
i also have respiratory issues, among a couple other things plus massive medical trauma / paranoia. essentially feeling that my body is being invaded even when it isn’t, even when it might be being cared for.
i have often felt that there’s a tender line between embracing the notion that all our bodies are kindred and there really is no ‘i’ and having a self that tends to its needs and is knowable and known…
I read this in the quiet of the morning and was so moved my it. How did you know I needed to read it and know you?
Keep going G. I love you
Really lovely read. Life is indeed so messy. I have a dear friend who does healing work, inner bonding type of thing, where you come back, drop down from the mind, into your own heart and perceive what's emerging from there, what wants seen. One thing she shared with me I have been recalling when most needed: the inner colonizer tries to control by explaining everything. You can tell when this is the voice in charge, because everything feels tight, constricted, hard, self judging.
When I was in Thailand I got sick with Dengue. It was during Covid, but instead I had another house guest. There was a strong feeling of some one else being in me. And apparently, dengue still lives in me. This has been an interesting teacher.
thank you for sharing your journey. Hugs to you all.
i love this ! it’s nice to be reminded of bayo akomolafe’s work … i think he is excellent at dismantling meta structures. and leaning into / dancing with disability … sickness … the whole lot.
i also have respiratory issues, among a couple other things plus massive medical trauma / paranoia. essentially feeling that my body is being invaded even when it isn’t, even when it might be being cared for.
i have often felt that there’s a tender line between embracing the notion that all our bodies are kindred and there really is no ‘i’ and having a self that tends to its needs and is knowable and known…