Exploring the Outer Loop part 1. The hero’s journey is at the core of many stories we read where our central character or characters are set a task they must complete. After many adventures, mishaps, and misunderstandings they eventually complete the task, whilst also learning something of value about themselves, others, and the world around them. At the end of the story, they are fundamentally changed in some way.
If the outer loop is the departure, the where I started from, the what the world has already seen of me...it is the hard-worker, the completer-finisher, the didn't-know-she-was-a-people-pleaser. It is the goody-two-shoes (should I have had three? or maybe lost one along the way?) The departure point was all those years of education and earning a living and nurturing other lives and not so much my own.
If the outer loop is the departure, the where I started from, it is the broken heart, the grieving, the leaving of so much behind. It is all the things the world, and certain people, thought I was. And maybe me too. And maybe a little bit true.
If the outer loop is where I started, I cannot see it now, not from here. I have left so much behind - backward glances often, but so far not a single regret. All of it diminishing.
Now I am spiralling inwards, becoming who I was meant to be (as someone so well described decades ago - I wonder how she's doing now). I am unravelling and retwining.
Now I am spiralling outwards into a world I don't yet know, don't preconceive or prejudge.
I am beyond departing, beyond beginning, I am on my way.
backward glances without a single regret sounds rather blissful Lesley and I love the way you are beyond departing, beyond the beginning and know the truth of being on your way.
Films: Picnic at Hanging Rock. I'm drawn to the mystery and otherworldliness of the film, the sense that we can never be sure what 'is' and what 'isn't'.
Books: Mr Golightly's Holiday by Salley Vickers; in fact anything by Salley Vickers. This book is representative of the many I enjoy which encourage us to consider the integrity of Shakespeare's phrase from Hamlet: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Poetry: WB Yeats poem Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, especially the line "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
If I take just these three as indicative of the whole of what draws my attention, then it's clear I am drawn to the unseen, the unknown and the obscure. I suppose this begs the question, is my psyche equally obscure? A point to ponder through the rest of today.
I sang Cloths of Heaven. Once upon a long time ago. Once a when I could sing. That was on the outside.
Now I sing on the inside. Only inside. And now I don't even need to take a breath. And yet I do.
I would love to have heard that Sue, but I can imagine your voice, even if I can't hear it. https://youtu.be/3qvVQkbzklE
Thank you Linda 💜
I remember. Especially when I sing inside. Though, on the outside, it looks as though I'm crying, strangely.
If the outer loop is the departure, the where I started from, the what the world has already seen of me...it is the hard-worker, the completer-finisher, the didn't-know-she-was-a-people-pleaser. It is the goody-two-shoes (should I have had three? or maybe lost one along the way?) The departure point was all those years of education and earning a living and nurturing other lives and not so much my own.
If the outer loop is the departure, the where I started from, it is the broken heart, the grieving, the leaving of so much behind. It is all the things the world, and certain people, thought I was. And maybe me too. And maybe a little bit true.
If the outer loop is where I started, I cannot see it now, not from here. I have left so much behind - backward glances often, but so far not a single regret. All of it diminishing.
Now I am spiralling inwards, becoming who I was meant to be (as someone so well described decades ago - I wonder how she's doing now). I am unravelling and retwining.
Now I am spiralling outwards into a world I don't yet know, don't preconceive or prejudge.
I am beyond departing, beyond beginning, I am on my way.
backward glances without a single regret sounds rather blissful Lesley and I love the way you are beyond departing, beyond the beginning and know the truth of being on your way.
Films: Picnic at Hanging Rock. I'm drawn to the mystery and otherworldliness of the film, the sense that we can never be sure what 'is' and what 'isn't'.
Books: Mr Golightly's Holiday by Salley Vickers; in fact anything by Salley Vickers. This book is representative of the many I enjoy which encourage us to consider the integrity of Shakespeare's phrase from Hamlet: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Poetry: WB Yeats poem Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, especially the line "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
If I take just these three as indicative of the whole of what draws my attention, then it's clear I am drawn to the unseen, the unknown and the obscure. I suppose this begs the question, is my psyche equally obscure? A point to ponder through the rest of today.