You know, he talked, but a lot of it didn't make that much sense, as I recall. He more showed, if you know what I mean. Talking coherently and linearly when you are painting is near impossible!
Moonwatcher, and Michelle, I was thinking about what you both wrote and talking about this with my husband last night - he writes, too, Moonwatcher! - on our walk.
I was saying that when I was younger all my friends were either visual artists of some sort, or musicians. And we all hung out in this very non-verbal way. A lot of intuitive communication, and that feeling of being comfortable with people enough that just being in their company is lovely, no need for words.
He said that he found that surprising because he thinks I am actually very chatty and a good communicator (isn't he nice!) and that made me think back. And I pinpointed when I became a more verbal person - in my 20's I lived through a series of very traumatic events in a very short span of time. I am not up for going into details, but one included being on a plane which had an engine explode in mid-air, and they were all equally dramatic. I had PTSD and was an emotional wreck and really needed to learn how to communicate my needs and emotional states clearly and effectively in order to avoid unpleasant interactions with people who really had no idea how I was feeling, and could not be expected to. Having a merely unpleasant conversation was enough to send me into an almost suicidal state, which was very unlike me, and I truly wanted to avoid that at all costs.
So I learned how to talk, but that brain is very different from creative mind.
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Speaking of emotional rollercoasters, I am going to make a confession, one I have not made in this journal yet. This confession is that sometimes I fall into the negative line of thinking that goes something like this: "Bad things (like autoimmune disease) happen to me and that must be because I am a bad person."
I am particularly susceptible to this kind of thought when I am tired or overwhelmed and even more so if I am both of those things and hear about something very fortunate happening to someone else I know. I don't resent their luck so much, it is more like a self-denigration response, like ,"I am not a part of the good, fortunate people club, they won't like me or respect me because of my problems."
Before I go on I just want to say that I do not actually believe this - it just kinda sneaks up and decks me one out of the blue here and there, and, like I said, especially when I am tired or overwhelmed. (No surprise to that!)
So my husband of course is not a fan of this thought process, not least of which because it puts me in a foul and negative mood, but also because he does not believe it at all. Since meditating regularly I have gained more perspective on that type of feeling, too - I don't give it as much credence and even though I might still feel emotionally blah about it, I am confidant that it will pass.
I bring this up because we had a fascinating (for me) conversation about it a couple of nights ago. I was mentioning being in that mood, and my perspective, and he said that being raised strictly Catholic, he always had a relationship with those kinds of thoughts as "other" or words coming from that ole rebellious fallen angel, with his slander and lies. And that he thinks immediately of those kinds of thoughts as lies attempting to beat down the good in him.
What is interesting to me is that I was raised Catholic as well, but not strict by any means, and never really made that association. It was a great revelation, I have to say! I have long suspected that my biggest obstacles come from a lack of confidence in myself, and a general pessimism about the world, although I do spend much of my time optimistic and with abundant confidence. It is just at crucial junctures that I lose faith in myself, and as they are, well, crucial, this can be limiting.
I also believe that regarding negative thoughts as "other" and decreasing their impact does not have to be necessarily a religious endeavor - it is just as effective to look at the whole things as a metaphor that to believe it literally.
It is like this quote from Milton's Paradise Lost:
Milton wrote:"A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace [ 65 ]
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all"
"Hope never comes that comes to all" being a paradox, I suppose you could interpret it that Hope comes to all, but never comes to those who don't see it, or who don't look.
And since Milton was Protestant he may have been trying to emphasis that salvation is available through faith rather that solely rote actions, which is what this has to do with anything in my journal.
But I am losing a grip on how to explain that connection now. I just know that I had instinctual faith that this WOE would help, and although I "acted" a lot to make that happen, the faith is what really drove me to stay on course.
And when I have those negative thoughts, they are incredibly sabotaging, and to what end? What purpose? Does it help me or anyone else? Not really. Not at all. This is part of why I did not write about these negative thoughts in here until now. I didn't want to feed the flames of anyone else's difficult moments with having an autoimmune disease. I know there are times when I am emotionally raw enough that just hearing a negative perspective can really get to me.
I guess I wanted to write about it now because I am coming to see that it is just part and parcel of dealing with a difficult thing. And as I accept that at times I am more tired than others and need to rest, but it does not mean that I am not much healthier than I was before I started this, I can accept the fact that sometimes I will get down about it, and prepare accordingly, or have a plan of action or a good bolstering quote to look at when the dark clouds gather over my head.
OK, I am a rambler today. Just going to end the post here, can't figure what else to say! I am beginning to move into "art brain" with all this philosophizing.