Watching Plato shining torches into blackness, Wandering through the galleries, Sepia paintings of pines, Pain came to the emptiness once my heart, I sat picturing screaming Popes and babies. Eastward, looking for fresh instruction, My mind unpleated,like a pair of curtains ~Hung out to dry in equinoxal gales. The bells of Satan’s cell phone Rang again,startling in this silence. “You had your smear done yet?” “It’s me,hinny” “I’m drinking coffee here in “Costa’s.” Then I awoke,a man appeared. How apposite,I need you,Ludwig! I can’t fly my kite.
A howling bone dithers none the less. What can’t be lured must be indifferent It’s a song way to Tipperary. Silent Plight,Holy Quite. Have you ever seen above my ploys? Too many rooks rolled up the bypass to caw. See amid the sinners flow here on earth we sing,oh,no. I don’t know where I’ve seen you adore. Send me a twitter soon and I’ll be on board sound. Come into these belly sands. This is the end of the code. I shan’t slope on. Go
I say to myself,what a blunder filled world. Silent bite,holy spite. It’s the wrong way to Tipperary. Back up your troubles. in your old knit bag with our new app. There’ll be blue words over the white stiffs of Dover. This is the war that blend all wars and then adds more. When they bombed Neasden,it was the wrong way to go Friendly liars killed troops on board a warship. Sing something dimpled I like lieder,he likes lieder,yay yah yoh,yoah,more. Singalong for the truce to come
I’m a number,Jack,I sneer all day. We wronged thee,see the woe. Oh.little town of Bethlehem divided by the Wall Jesus wants me for a fruitcake. It’s wrong to see thee so It’s numb,all ye faithful. I tested till declase,day class dateclass
We used this word I spelled declase when I was a child… it means tired,overworked,mind can’t continue… anyone heard that before?I have never heard others use it,only my family
The most obvious confusion between metaphor and reality is when society labels emotional/interpersonal problems/divergence from norms of society as mental illnesses.I n the USA childdhood disobedience is now a mental illness and there are many similar crazy notions.Homosexuality was labelled as a mental illness for years but no longer. Now if you are suffering terrible anguish in various forms it may help to be told it is an illness… or it may make you worse.I am sure that often excess fatigue,personal characteristics like overworking constantly,not eating well,being distressed by the state of the world are very common but there are no blood tests nor any other tests to identify such as being illnesses.Though often physical illnesses casuse mental distress and depression either directly or because of shame and anxiety and other reactions to being ill for a long time. The writer Thomas Szasz identified this confusion many years ago.If you disagree and say how can medication help unless a person is ill then I’d say that the placebo effect is one reason and another is that if someone is exhausted and needs to rest then medication maybe helpful to give them a little peace. Gerard Manley Hopkins,A Jesuit priest and a poet seemed to be given a job in an Irish University which was exhausting and debilitating but owing to his vow of obedience to his superiors in the Jesuit Order he could not change his life except by dying… so he thought. The poet Gwyneth Lewis who has been the National Poet for wales wrote a book[Sunbathing in the rain] about her severe bout of depression.In the book she seems to be claiming that there were personal mistakes and decisions in her lifestyle and job which led her into depression.She saw it as necessary for change.However she did use medication in spite of feeling it was a spiritual turning poimt which she needed to get back onto her true path or vocation in life. Her mother had been depressed frequently when she was a child and so she would have learned this as a way of problem solving. Also despite her immense intelligence she had failed to realise that abandoning her strong hopes to have a child [given the age of her husband and the need to earn a living] was going to cause her huge distress.In fact marrying someone who has been sterilised seems unusual for a young woman who wants children.But it is sometimes reversible and maybe she didn’t think so far ahead. This blindness to our own feelings seems to lead many of us astray. We sometimes get clues to our hidden feelings in dreams or we could find someone to talk to when going through a major life decision. Some people don’t know that grief and mourning exist and are stunned when they feel sad and often their families criticise them for “not coping well” Coping here seems to mean remaining happy and calm all the time;this is a selfish demand on a bereaved person or anyone really. I also noticed over the years that many famous people suffered from depression but when you examine their lives they seem to demand too much from themselves and be afraid to ask for help .Poor Sylvia Plath wanted to be famous which she is now but alas she is dead. It’s hard to know why she felt the need to work so hard except her upbringing was one where acadenic excellence was valued and why she married someone with no obvious way of providing support either financial or emotional… when it got tough he ran off… but who knows why? The point that interests me is that she was compulsively driven to achieve… and she did so much in her short life… but was it worth it? We all need to examine our life to see if we are acting stupidly. But when worn out mentally it seems thinking is a mistake whereas simple manual work is beneficial as is being outdoors or being with kind undemanding friends…. and if a person has few friends coping with emotional trauma is much harder.This affects people who move to another state or country.And older people moving house even can bring on mental confusion. And if we are people who find friendship and intimacy hard then it’s likely that we will suffer more from any problem we run into. Finally,is the idea of a vocation for each of us of value?We each have unique gifts plus a need to earn a living.It depends on many factors outside our control whether we can find a job that combines these.Many poets and writers work in menial jobs to earn a living and then they write at night.[Teaching seems to sap creative energy.] Other people don’t feel they have a calling but train for something they feel will earn a living in a way that suits them.Electricians and plumbers are in great demand… And apart from finding our own true needs we need to contribute to society in some way.And to have a feeling of enjoying being alive which is perhaps denied those millions in Asia who make our clothes,i phones and other goods.
Following nonstop news in an era of gun violence, war and political divide can become overwhelming. And amid our many ongoing challenges — the pandemic, climate change, economic uncertainty — it’s understandable to feel sad, angry and anxious.
As a clinical psychologist who specializes in giving people the tools to cope with intense emotions, I know how difficult it can be to remain positive — or simply balanced — while caring deeply about our world. Some of my clients say they can’t stop doomscrolling, others engage in unhealthy behaviors to tune it out and many bounce between the two extremes.
But it is possible to anchor yourself if it feels as though you’re slipping into despair about the state of the world. I rely on these seven mindfulness-based strategies for myself and my clients to stay grounded.
1. Label your feelings.
If you can precisely label the emotion you’re experiencing in the moment, you can reduce its power in your body and brain. Name whatever emotion you are feeling, whether it is sadness, fear, anger, disgust
Strange that sunshine glowing on the snow
Made me feel like summer was just here
And meadows of wild flowers would appear~
If only I knew which way I should go.
Happy with increasing daylight hours,
Memories of hills and small wild flowers
Energy sends loneliness away
As birds take shelter in the holly tree
The snow is falling with a touch of glee
Teasing all the forecasters with play
Brighter in my heart and in my mind
The inner and the outer unconfined.
With our vision we create our myth
Must we live in torment or in bliss?