I continue to be surprised that telling the truth about how I feel and sharing it results in me feeling a lot better.   Once I wrote a letter to my brother about how depressed I was feeling and the same thing happened, even before I got a kind reply.  I think perhaps it works as “observation without evaluation” which is a key concept in NonViolent Communication.  Just describing objectively what’s going on for me sidetracks my tendency to make myself wrong for how I’m feeling.  The other lovely thing about the blog is just publishing what I’m going through is like reading my journal to a friendly witness.

The other thing I did hoping to help myself get past my discouragement with the political idiocy was to read again Sharif Abdullah’s  Creating a World that Works for All. The first part is painful because he describes what I call the “ongoing disaster” and he calls “The Mess” with intelligence and concern, and forces me again to see how bad it really is.  And how intertwined the pieces are.  Then I got to Part 3 where he talks about what we can do about it. It starts with this marvelous quote:

What is hope? It is the presentiment that imagination is more real and reality is less real than it looks.  It is the hunch that the overwhelming brutality of facts that oppress and repress are not the last word.  It is the suspicion that reality is more complex than realism wants us to believe; that the frontiers of the possible are not determined by the limits of the actual, and that in a miraculous and unexpected way, life is preparing the creative events which will open the way to freedom and resurrection.           — Rubem Alves

Ah yes, this is what I so easily forget when I get triggered, that Western Culture’s idea of reality is so limited, that the realm of spirit does exist, and that miracles happen every day.

The quote is from Earthspirit: A Handbook for Nurturing an Ecological Christianity, by Michael Dowd.

Also see my post on The Shamanic Realm

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