Old tree, taking a time-out, filling its soul Odiorne State Park: 3/29/14 CC Jean Stimmell |
Coco barking up the wrong tree but not depressed |
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Old tree, taking a time-out, filling its soul Odiorne State Park: 3/29/14 CC Jean Stimmell |
Coco barking up the wrong tree but not depressed |
A space to share my writing, images, and quotations around indigenous, philosophical, sustainable, and spiritual themes to facilitate dialogue and encourage creative exploration.
These "poetic essays" give primacy to artfulness over the conveying of information. They forsake narrative line, discursive logic, and the art of persuasion in favor of idiosyncratic meditation...
The lyric essay does not expound. It may merely mention…Generally it is short, concise and punchy like a prose poem. But it may meander, making use of other genres when they serve its purpose: recombinant, it samples the techniques of fiction, drama, journalism, song, and film [or image]…
The lyric essay often accretes by fragments, taking shape mosaically - its import visible only when one stands back and sees it whole. The stories it tells may be no more than metaphors. Or, storyless, it may spiral in on itself, circling the core of a single image or idea, without climax...
Perhaps we're drawn to the lyric now because it seems less possible (and rewarding) to approach the world through the front door, through the myth of objectivity. The life span of a fact is shrinking… We turn to the artist to reconcoct meaning from the bombardments of experience… For more, click on: Lyric Essay
I believe that reality, as we perceive it, is socially constructed: We create meaning in our lives through the stories we tell.
“While modernist thinkers tend to be concerned with facts and rules, postmodernists are concerned with meaning. In their search for and examination of meaning, postmodernists finds metaphors from the humanities more useful than the modernist metaphors or nineteenth-century physical science.” Quote from "Narrative Therapy" by Freedman and Combs (1996) p. 22.
2 comments:
I like this... a different way to look at depression, and as always there are facets to most everything in nature.
The only difficulty I had was the font used... almost unreadable to me.
I'm not sure how radical an idea all this is in the mental health field, but ironically it opens up new ideas to me, and I count.
All this time I've defined myself by words, that define what I feel is depression, and all the while another huge, ancient part of me was a tree. I always felt it, but until now never knew what i was feeling. What my words were distracting me from understanding.
Thanks Bob.
Yes, our more-than-human collective consciousness contains a rich store of wisdom beyond words.
And speaking of words,thanks for pointing out the illegibility of the font I was using.
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