Tuesday, November 3, 2015

But no word or warning do you say. One minute right beside me, another you're a thousand miles away

When I said "I'll take it." I meant: as is. Just give up and admit you're an asshole... And I think you'd find that your friends would forgive you but maybe I'm just speaking for me.  - As Is by Ani Difranco

In an effort to practice what I preach...

I often tell clients that sometimes their pain lives in a place without words. Which seems only poetic, but it's actually true.  Trauma experiences are stored in the opposite hemisphere than language. So asking someone to process with words could be asking someone with a broken leg to walk to a hospital to set their leg.

I use Mandalas with clients in lieu of journaling occasionally because it provides a container (the circle) for their feelings, and a boundary. Also because if a client is not highly literate (or young) words can be intimidating and feeling like they are set up for failure before the activity even begins.

So here are two of mine.  I prefer oil pastels because I love to smudge and get my fingers messy and I title mine, a lot of times with song lyrics like the one below is a lyric from Possibility Days by the Counting Crows or with thoughts that I think they capture, like the top photo.  I always date them. Titling and dating is not necessary. It's just something I do to make it like a visual diary.  And yes, the top photo is inside my car.  I had the supplies in my work bag and I just had to "get it out."


Here's to the next step, which I am not happy about taking but not all of our steps make us feel thus.

Title from You're No Train (from Songs for a Hurricane) by Kris Delmhorst 

3 comments:

Larry L said...

I have looked at these two pictures every day since you sent them to me and am still awed by the emotions you captured. Thank you for introducing this to me. You know how much I've done it in a week and a half or so. You had it backward in your comment on my blog. You're the one who amazes me.

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Ashley H said...

I am still in a state of shock. You gave me hope. I am such a sad, cynical, jaded little person. I don't believe in soul mates and happily ever afters. Hell, I don't even believe in marriages (which is why at 31 I'm still single). Your love story has given me a little spark of hope so I guess thank you for that... I hate the way it ended. Maybe a perfect time for a girl's weekend :)