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I’m gonna restate this for clarity, cuz I was gonna post about it anyways after this convo: It seems to me that there’s a ladder of vulnerability, running from what it’s least vulnerable to talk/share about, up to what feels almost illegal to share: https://t.co/2oDjverjBl
It’s slightly more difficult to share about my body, especially if it’s something going awry. Fairly easy to say “my arm hurts” less easy to say “I have diarrhea” or “I feel fat and gross today” (body and heart are tied together a lot, so the order gets muddy here in the middle)
Emotions are tough. That’s what a lot of people around this part of Twitter have found out, the thing that brought a lot of us here. Getting a handle on emotions and ways of expressing them is HARD. I won’t labor that point too much.
Which is a shame, cuz soul is the thing that lights up everything else. All the things you do to sort out your body, your mind, your feelings, They don’t make sense without soul. They’re just a bland checklist without desire driving them. https://t.co/H931Uj9CRt
And Soul is the thing that turns all that Body, Heart, and Mind work into more than a checklist to cross off. Soul—the imaginal—is the connective tissue that lets everything else communicate and bind together into something with drive, purpose, oomph, Eros. Something *alive*
Fairly easy to recognize your thoughts aren’t you. A little more challenging to see your body as not-you. Even harder to stand aside from your emotions. Hardest of all to stand aside from your soul, your desire, your passion, and go “I am not that.”
That’s why this quote hit me so hard when I read it a few years ago. “The soul with which you were furnished.” The disembedding from even the soul there. Recognizing it as a part of you, a vital part, but not the core of you, Unthinkable, a lot of the time. https://t.co/Gfe6Cky5TF