A quick post in the making, hearing from the muse, hearing from my heart, cooperating with my mind … thankful that my friend arrived at the realization this week, that he did not, in fact, lose his mind. The three to four hours, over two days, searching for what (his mind) was lost, was a wash-out. I’m working on a theory, now, about the correlation between a) moving too fast and b) perceiving that one’s mind has been lost. A key piece in that theory is the concept of perception. I really like this quote, from a guy named Carleton: “Perception is the ultimate reality. But not necessarily the ultimate truth.” So, my friend perceived that he lost his mind; he searched unsuccessfully; and discovered that he had not lost his mind. Maybe he was moving fast when he thought he lost his mind (my theory). The dance between “…Quickly …” and ” … Be Still …” has been on my mind. I have blogged numerous posts about my struggle with the grieving process; for me, connected with my loss of my dad, summer of 2016 (June). I’m moving in on two years since he “finished his race,”. This actually might be the place I was going, with this post. My dad’s death and the grieving that follows, reminds me of the dance between “quickly” and “be still”. Elaborating, it’s like this: I wanted this (grieving) to be wrapped up before now. But, good people have explained the rub: one cannot rush the grieving. It’s a bit like Robin Williams’ quote: “Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves?” This tension of living with a sense of urgency (an honorable endeavor) while allowing mind, body, and soul to rest, restore, rebuild … is a tension not so easily reconciled. Some things take a while. When I was in the field of psychotherapy for almost twenty years, many clients brought a naive mindset: “I need to get this wrapped up in a few months.” The truth was/is/will be “… This might take a while … ” Investing ourselves into what is important is not a quick road trip.
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